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Listen to me, my friends, for I am your host today at a royal banquet. I will serve you a meal from the mountains, from mountains unknown to the city dweller, as I narrate to you the tragic tale of Nicola, that man whose mother named him after an ancient saint when he was born, a long, long time ago, in a country whose name he could not remember. His tragedy lay in his constant wonder at things; whatever took place before his eyes, he received it with the love of a child, even to the extent that he never did learn from experience.