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Blossom S. Kirschenbaum / Stefano Benni<br />
plenty <strong>of</strong> women.<br />
“But I was never so heroically impassioned and defeated,<br />
never desired a woman with such great torment, to me nothing is<br />
more dear and cruel than that memory.<br />
“For this, today I yield my enterprise to you, buyer friends. I<br />
yield it in an unforeseen and inexplicable way, someone has said.<br />
But there is a motive in my haste, and in my desire to conclude<br />
everything today.”<br />
The old man closed his eyes and for a moment he seemed<br />
oveRcome with emotion, then he resumed:<br />
“For almost fifty years, every day <strong>of</strong> the year I sent a rose to<br />
Florence. Without seeking to see her again, without a card, only<br />
one anonymous and splendid rose, different every time. But I<br />
won’t be sending them any more. Three days ago I learned that<br />
she is dead. Nothing interests me any more in this world. The<br />
flowers that I have developed, my business, my fortune, were born<br />
and grew to heal the wound <strong>of</strong> that day. I know that many <strong>of</strong> you<br />
consider me a cynical and unscrupulous operator. Maybe I am<br />
that, or have been that. But even my thorns have a flower. The<br />
flower is a memory. Now you know the truth. Pardon me, if I<br />
have bored you with an old man’s sad story.”<br />
A moment <strong>of</strong> silence passed. Then the leather chairs creaked,<br />
a buzzing arose, and one <strong>of</strong> those present got to his feet. He was a<br />
man with a leonine white mane, another boss, as was demonstrated<br />
by the fact that he had been seated opposite the old man.<br />
He spoke, and he was not ashamed that his eyes were full <strong>of</strong> tears.<br />
“It’s a very lovely story, Commendatore. We are honored to<br />
be acquiring your business and to be carrying forward your work,<br />
born in a manner so unfortunate and noble. We will sign the contract<br />
this very day.”<br />
“Thank you,” said the old man, “and good luck.”<br />
He went out leaning on his cane, accompanied by the secretary.<br />
From all those around him he felt the commiserating and<br />
admiring eyes.<br />
He retired to his private <strong>of</strong>fice. His secretary served him a<br />
cup <strong>of</strong> tea. He took a sip, then laughed.<br />
“They lapped it up …”<br />
“I think so,” said the secretary.<br />
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