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man.
Marco Polo, he die in 1324, live a very happy life. Three children, a sweet wifey, he is one of the famous men in the world: this is what he want, to be a famous guy, he get this because of you. You are very very good to him.
He died in 1324? What are you talking about? I was just on the phone with him last week.
This is the mystery, the man said. This is the mystery and it is safe because of you. He publish these things how he do this and someday, someone use them for evil, this is for sure. You save the world, see? We are very grateful.
Marco Polo, like the pool game?
You are not listening.
Who is this talking if itâs not my grandfather, and how do you know Milione?
I thought you understand this, boychik.
I donât understand, Leonard said. This is what Iâve been saying.
Boychik, this is Isaac. Isaac the Blind.
Lenny
Youâre making me crazy! Leonard said. I donât believe anythingyou say! Iâm not friends with a man whoâs been dead eight hundred years. I am Leonard, of Neetsa Pizza, I live in the twenty-first century, I work in a White Room. Why are you using my grandfatherâs voice? Who are you?
You will read this book and we will talk. Make special note of the suggestion you make. You find Marcoâs false governorship on page 206, his false claim to breaking the siege of Siang-yang-fu on the pages falling after.
The line was dead and the doorbell rang.
Leonard didnât know he had a doorbell.
Package, a man said. He was wearing a striped green delivery uniform Leonard had never seen before. Leonard put his finger in the fingerprint flasher and took the package. It was a book:
The Travels
, by Marco Polo.
No one called the rest of that night, so Leonard read. He read about the lands Milione had described. He read critical commentary about Rustichello, the stylistic and possibly substantive contributions that chronicler had made to the book. He read that many didnât think Marco had been to China, which he called Cathay (he had! he had!). He read about the apparitions that beset men in the Desert of Lopâbut not about the Tibetans, there was no word about the Tibetans, or a circle.
Any crazy person could read this book and pretend to be Marco, or think he was Marco, but there were the lies that he, Leonard, had suggested, on page 206 and following, just as Isaac had said.
In case the book itself was a joke, Leonard went to the Brazen Head and typed, âWho is Marco Polo? Is he crazy?â He chose grinning compostmen to collect his answer. They rushed off in their smash truck, stopping to pick up infofile compost chutes all over Italy, China, and in between. They emptied theirchutes into the Brazen Headâs mouth; he chomped awhile, then made the following pronouncement:
âMarco Polo (1254â1324), most likely of Venice. He was the first European to travel to certain parts of China, or so he said. The Brazen Head has difficulty with this claim, as the gentleman did not in his
Travels
mention the Great Wall, or tea, or foot-binding. He also makes dubious claims that aggrandize his position, which the Brazen Head cannot confirm through reference to ancient Chinese sources. On his return to Europe he was made a âgentleman commanderâ of a Venetian galley and promptly imprisoned by the Genovese, possibly following the Battle of Curzola in 1298. He spent much of his confinement dictating his specious memoirs to Rustichello, an author of tawdry romances. While possibly a lying knave, there is no indication that he was crazy. Sayonara, my good sir!â
As a goodbye, the Brazen Head spit out an apparently inedible tidbit, which might have been a red-robed Tibetan; the figure scurried offscreen.
Something Marco learned in the Desert of Lop enabled him to communicate through the centuries? Was that it? Something to do with the invisible circle, the formulas? Certainly he seemed to know he had the ability to communicate over vast
Marco Polo, he die in 1324, live a very happy life. Three children, a sweet wifey, he is one of the famous men in the world: this is what he want, to be a famous guy, he get this because of you. You are very very good to him.
He died in 1324? What are you talking about? I was just on the phone with him last week.
This is the mystery, the man said. This is the mystery and it is safe because of you. He publish these things how he do this and someday, someone use them for evil, this is for sure. You save the world, see? We are very grateful.
Marco Polo, like the pool game?
You are not listening.
Who is this talking if itâs not my grandfather, and how do you know Milione?
I thought you understand this, boychik.
I donât understand, Leonard said. This is what Iâve been saying.
Boychik, this is Isaac. Isaac the Blind.
Lenny
Youâre making me crazy! Leonard said. I donât believe anythingyou say! Iâm not friends with a man whoâs been dead eight hundred years. I am Leonard, of Neetsa Pizza, I live in the twenty-first century, I work in a White Room. Why are you using my grandfatherâs voice? Who are you?
You will read this book and we will talk. Make special note of the suggestion you make. You find Marcoâs false governorship on page 206, his false claim to breaking the siege of Siang-yang-fu on the pages falling after.
The line was dead and the doorbell rang.
Leonard didnât know he had a doorbell.
Package, a man said. He was wearing a striped green delivery uniform Leonard had never seen before. Leonard put his finger in the fingerprint flasher and took the package. It was a book:
The Travels
, by Marco Polo.
No one called the rest of that night, so Leonard read. He read about the lands Milione had described. He read critical commentary about Rustichello, the stylistic and possibly substantive contributions that chronicler had made to the book. He read that many didnât think Marco had been to China, which he called Cathay (he had! he had!). He read about the apparitions that beset men in the Desert of Lopâbut not about the Tibetans, there was no word about the Tibetans, or a circle.
Any crazy person could read this book and pretend to be Marco, or think he was Marco, but there were the lies that he, Leonard, had suggested, on page 206 and following, just as Isaac had said.
In case the book itself was a joke, Leonard went to the Brazen Head and typed, âWho is Marco Polo? Is he crazy?â He chose grinning compostmen to collect his answer. They rushed off in their smash truck, stopping to pick up infofile compost chutes all over Italy, China, and in between. They emptied theirchutes into the Brazen Headâs mouth; he chomped awhile, then made the following pronouncement:
âMarco Polo (1254â1324), most likely of Venice. He was the first European to travel to certain parts of China, or so he said. The Brazen Head has difficulty with this claim, as the gentleman did not in his
Travels
mention the Great Wall, or tea, or foot-binding. He also makes dubious claims that aggrandize his position, which the Brazen Head cannot confirm through reference to ancient Chinese sources. On his return to Europe he was made a âgentleman commanderâ of a Venetian galley and promptly imprisoned by the Genovese, possibly following the Battle of Curzola in 1298. He spent much of his confinement dictating his specious memoirs to Rustichello, an author of tawdry romances. While possibly a lying knave, there is no indication that he was crazy. Sayonara, my good sir!â
As a goodbye, the Brazen Head spit out an apparently inedible tidbit, which might have been a red-robed Tibetan; the figure scurried offscreen.
Something Marco learned in the Desert of Lop enabled him to communicate through the centuries? Was that it? Something to do with the invisible circle, the formulas? Certainly he seemed to know he had the ability to communicate over vast
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