A Manuscript in Italian

Captain Merryca

The following text is a reprint from a 2018 Party edition since gone, but which is being presented again here, and it was written by Captain Merryca based on bits and pieces of info he managed to stitch together from different people until he got the full picture. It concerns a manuscript in Italian that Madel had written and given to me to look after. Personally I could never understand why the Italians turned down the offer of work she made to them years ago, she speaks Italian better than I do English and is the expert in economics. Alas the Italians went their own way and I believe they are none the wiser for it.

Captain Merryca at the time supplied a link to some music which we are keeping intact with the relevant link here.

A Manuscript

Tonight Captain Merryca presents the tale of a manuscript in Italian that the Hun had once possessed. But he never knew what to do with it.

At first he held no more than a part of it as the manuscript belonged to his girlfriend and she only gave him some pages to keep. He tried reading these but could never make heads or tails of what was written.

As time passed, she gave him more and more pages from the manuscript, and as usual, he couldn't figure out what it was about. She told him that without her, these pages were absolutely useless to him, as only she could understand them. This meant that the Hun could never make it anywhere without her, she being indispensable in interpreting the key he held.

One day the Hun was out in the garden preparing a Sunday dinner with various pans frying on the barbecue rack. He was running short of charcoal briquettes and needed to get a flame going again, and giving little thought, found a bundle of papers that were bound and lying in a corner of the garden shed. These he took and carefully placed them on the smouldering cinders and so managed to get the flame going.

As they were sitting eating their dinner, something dawned on the Hun, but he quickly dismissed the thought. But then it came back and started haunting him. And as the platters of food and the jugs were gradually emptying, he sat there contemplating his girlfriend seated opposite him and wondered how he should explain it.

Some time passed, and one day she enquired about the manuscript she had given him, albeit several pages at a time.


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