paradisa | xxxv λ musing

[All things considered, Ezio has had a busy day, but now he's out and about. He's hit up a dozen or so stores in town, mostly for painting frames and books, and perhaps you've see him running errands.

Later, however, he will be sitting down at his desk to scrawl out:]

I seldom write in this journal. I think that is funny; for every boy who knows how to write, three sit without education, and here I squander my gifts and ignore books. My sister does more writing than I do, and her talent is a rarity amongst women!

It has been more than a year since I have arrived –– closer, still, to thirteen months -- and each day I learn new things about the future, history, science, and even the human body. I do not think many days have passed in the past four hundred that saw me sitting idle and failing to learn!

Yet still, when I spoke to a young woman the other week, she was hard-pressed to believe that I would return to my time, forsaking the knowledge and science and hygiene of the future. I prefer the conventions of my time, and my culture, and I have work to do. So, I wonder, then...

How many of you would go home with another, to their time instead of yours?

I'm going to miss plumbing. I think that is what you call it –– "plumbing." Even after all this time, sometimes it is fun to turn on the "tap" simply to marvel at its convenience. It is a wonder there is so much water about without the streets being flooded like the canals of Venezia.

And I have such good memories of the miracles of showers, with thanks to some of the beautiful women in this castle.

E. Auditore.

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I can hire a dozen nurses.

Besides, my wife won't leave me.

A dozen? Isn't that a little excessive?

Are you so certain? Given you haven't met her yet and thus know nothing about her.

[a groan]

Why is this such a concern to you? I will be marrying back in my time, where you have no need to be concerned about me.

Concerned? Whoever said I was concerned. I'm just sad the world is going to lose another wonderful sinner.

You say that as if I haven't already killed enough men to land me deep in Hell as it is.

It's more fun if you're left on Earth, I don't really care if you end up in Hell or not. [Yep. Employee of the Year right here]

And how do you suggest I stay on Earth, if not through my children?

[Reluctantly] I suppose you have a point.

Of course I do, I know best what to do with my life.

Hope you're ready for the boring.

Do you honestly think I'm eager to leave behind foursomes with slutty nuns?

Well, so long as you admit you'll miss it. That's something. I'd be really worried about you if you didn't miss it at all.

As would I. The day I am not interested in sex with copious amounts of beautiful women, there is something incredibly wrong with me. I'd even argue that is there something wrong with ANY man who is that way.