“Ah, Niccolò, we scholars are all cowards. Handling the pen doesn’t thicken the arm as your hammer-wielding does. Addio!”
He folded the armour under his mantle, and hastened across the Ponte Rubaconte.
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“Ah, Niccolò, we scholars are all cowards. Handling the pen doesn’t thicken the arm as your hammer-wielding does. Addio!”
He folded the armour under his mantle, and hastened across the Ponte Rubaconte.