In Rome the sun rose at 5:32 and it will set at 20:51. The Ave Maria is to be rung at 21:15 for the Curia and 21:21 for the rest of Rome. Today is the Feast of Santi Marco e Marcelliano, who were Roman martyrs in the 4th c. Their bodies are in San Nicola in Carcere, where I served as a seminarian and was ordained a deacon.
I was in the neighborhood where guys play chess in the afternoon. No, I still haven’t stopped to play yet. They set up outside a bar which has a large and shady fig tree. Thus, the place is called the Pizza der Fico. As I was watching a game, I caught odd, vertical movement out of the corner of my eye followed by a distinct *splat*.
Ripe figs were falling off the tree about every minute or so. All around us and among us.
I did not, as the Lord did, curse the fig tree, since it is clearly doing its job. I did, however, back out from under it.
You would need to wash up after getting fig-splatted. So…. remember the wonderful Dominican Soap Sisters in Summit!
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A member of the chess club had planted the fig. I find it charming that these guys went to the effort to put a plaque up, even such a humble one, perhaps homemade by a member. I hope they pray for him too. Perhaps in your goodness you would right now.
When I go into the churches here in Rome and see the funerary monuments and inscriptions, I often pray for the person. Sometimes there are specific requests. Yesterday we saw one in the inscription at the Ponte Sisto. Here is one that talks directly to you, as they sometimes do… The angle was a little hard.
A D G
NEC VIVVS NEC MORTVVS
HIC HAEREO HIC MOEREO
FILIO ERAM DESTITVTVS
ET A CONIVGE NON SEIVNGOR
PRAE TIMORE LAPIS
HVNC LAPIDEM ERIGO
NEC SENSV CAREO
NAM ET IPSI LAPIDES
SVAS LACRYMAS HABENT
GABRIEL PRATVS ASTENSIS
POST MORTEM REGIS VITAE
To the glory of God.
O, reader, stop! / Neither alive nor dead / Here I am stuck, here I grieve / I had been left by my son / I had lost my wife / Here I am returned to my son / And I am not separated from my wife / And while / Looking at the dead / I await death / like a stone out of fear / I erect this stone / But I’m not without feeling / In fact even these very stones / have their own tears / Gabriel Prato from Asti
In the sixteenth century / after the death of King of life
Speaking of Kings…
In the afternoon I caught part of Round 1 of the Candidates Tournament in Madrid. The winner will face Magnus.
There was a lot of drama yesterday. I really felt for poor Ding Liren, who had such a hard road to get into this competition. He wasn’t at his best and lost to Ian Nepomniachtchi … with white! I don’t really mind when Nakamura loses, as he did to Caruana. I’m pulling a bit for the Hungarian, Richard Rapport, though he is unlikely to emerge on top unless something extraordinary happens.
There was exciting action, of course. High drama.
Supper involved telline and lupini.
Oil, wine, garlic. I like to let it simmer for a while to get all that garlicky goodness.
Get the parsley ready for chopping. There may be traces of a singular Gin and Tonic in this photo.
I soaked and purged the little beasties for about 8 hours, changing the salty water a couple of times.
Put them into the hot pan, cover, wait a little while.
At this point I carefully left them out and into a bowl, leaving the liquid behind in the pan, which I reduce, with just a touch of starchy pasta water.
Telline are smaller than lupini, which are a kind of vongola, though vongole are a little bigger. They also siphon differently, but that doesn’t matter much once they are in the pan.
Meanwhile, here are a few cool things.