Pipistrello: and other stories – Google Books


“I am only Pipistrello.

Nothing but that; nothing more than any one of the round brown pebbles that the wind sets rolling down the dry bed of the Tiber in summer.

I am Pipistrello; the mime, the fool, the posturer, the juggler, the spangled saltimbank, the people’s plaything, that runs and leaps and turns and twists, and laughs at himself, and is laughed at by all, and lives by his limbs like his brother the dancing bear, and his cousin the monkey in a red coat and a feathered cap.”


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