2872. No, the truth is, either God in his infinite wisdom wants us to take the broad view when we get older, or it is built into the very nature of things, that is what I think Holman. And with that in mind, I do not think anything is going to be lost if I copy out the ivy leaves in my painting from these photographs rather than drawing them from direct observation.
It seemed to me at this point that the Duck was never going to tell us
what happened to Faldoni, and if left to his own devices he would ramble
on from one subject to another and never finish the story he had
Faldoni, who had been arrested, and was languishing in the jail cells
of the theological authorities needed to be released, and that was not
going to happen unless the Duck returned to his original story, so with
that in mind I said. “But, Duck, are you going to tell us what happened
to Faldoni?” “Who is Faldoni?” the Duck replied.
2875. Then, as if coming out of a trance, the Duck seemed to come to himself again and said. “It was all the fault of the master painter who, as you recall, had taken to pointing out the mistake in his painting to the visiting church dignitaries. This was a fatal mistake as you will soon see.”