Stendhal's Syndrome, parts 4844 - 4847

  4844. A confused, troubled look spread across his face, but then the preposterousness of the idea that Mussolini would have such thoughts caused his image to fade gradually into nothingness.

 4845. I am quite sure that if he thinks about anything, it is about mushrooms, just like all dead men.

 4846. I continued sitting at the table sipping my coffee, but then a policeman came out and asked me if I needed any help. After that he escorted me back to the exhibition hall. 

4847. As I was leaving, I noticed that there were a lot of those little rooms in the exhibit with the black curtains over the doors behind which you find video installations.