Alessandro is a wise old man, the titular soldier of the Great War, who has lived life with passion, vigour, and experienced the truest of loves. Nicolo…Nicolo is a boy on the cusp of manhood.
"I don’t want to walk all the way to Sant’ Angelo with a . . . with someone who defeats himself before he’s begun," Alessandro said. "I’m going to tell you something that you may or may not understand, and I want you to memorize it and say it to yourself now and then, until, someday, you do understand."
"Is it long?"
"No."
"Go ahead."
"Nicolo," Alessandro said.
"Nicolo," Nicolo repeated.
"The spark of life is not gain."
"The spark of life is not gain."
"Nor is it luxury."
"Nor is it luxury."
"The spark of life is movement."
"Movement."
"Color."
"Color."
"Love."
"Love."
"And furthermore . . ."
"And furthermore . . ."
"If you really want to enjoy life, you must work quietly and
humbly to realize your delusions of grandeur."
"But I don’t have them."
"Start to have them."
"Is it long?"
"No."
"Go ahead."
"Nicolo," Alessandro said.
"Nicolo," Nicolo repeated.
"The spark of life is not gain."
"The spark of life is not gain."
"Nor is it luxury."
"Nor is it luxury."
"The spark of life is movement."
"Movement."
"Color."
"Color."
"Love."
"Love."
"And furthermore . . ."
"And furthermore . . ."
"If you really want to enjoy life, you must work quietly and
humbly to realize your delusions of grandeur."
"But I don’t have them."
"Start to have them."