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Salò1
September 25, 1908
My dear ones
Everything comes to an end. You owe this letter to the reckless purchase a few days ago of a blue stamp and to today's rain. I myself am going to follow very soon, but I am quite contented with the postponement, for after the superabundance of this summer's experiences I am in need of a few days' comfort without any activity. For this, Salò and the hotel are just right. It is very comfortable without oppressing one with elegance. You know the landscape, so far as one can get to know anything from passing through. It becomes infinitely more beautiful when one spends some time in it. The day before yesterday we took a trip to S. Vigilio by motorboat (private); the spot is among the most beautiful on the Lake Garda, thus as beautiful as anything anywhere. It is a place for solitude, and of course unsuitable for a family. In passing by we had a chance to study the island, with the usual feeling of shameless envy at not being Prince Borghese. Yesterday and today we confined ourselves to taking walks, which makes one feel very well for no particular reason. Today it is raining gently but steadily. Minna is resting in her room, I am thinking of eating a pomegranate (ten centesimi), of having a smoke, and of playing the new patience. In my old age I seem to be developing a lot of talent for the enjoyment of life. In reality, of course, it is only the calm before the storm.
Tomorrow, Sunday, we plan to start the complicated journey home, leaving by boat at 11:20 A.M. and arriving in Bolzano at 6:45 P.M. As there is some doubt about the weather and no doubt about its being Sunday, it seems the best way of spending the