Italo Calvino · Hardback Published here in a beautiful new edition and translation, The Baron in the Trees is a delight and an enchantment. Read more. Italo Calvino’s novel, The Baron in the Trees (Random House, ), concerned an Italian nobleman who took to the trees as a boy and never came down to. A marvelous, bizarre, witty, and free-swinging fantasy concerning Cosimo, the eldest son of a noble family, who, in a moment of rebellion, vows.
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The Baron in the Trees Quotes Showing of It was the love so long awaited by Cosimo and which had now inexplicably arrived, and so lovely that he could ttrees imagine how he had even thought it lovely before. And the thing newest to him was that it was so simple, and the boy at that moment thought it must be like that always.
People in love want happiness, not pain! All that remains in the inner recess of the ear is a vague murmur: The Ombrosians used to spend hours trying to guess what those symbols meant: I think some of them had no meaning at all but just served to jog his memory and make him realize that even the most uncommon ideas could be right.
The more they felt something must happen, the more the bailiffs realized they had to do something but the less they understood what it was. I follow the news, read books, but they befuddle me.
What he meant to say is not there, for he understood something else, something that was all-embracing, and he could not say it in words but only by living as he did.
And it might have been today, I remember it so clearly. We were in the dining room of our house at Ombrosa, the windows framing the thick branches of the great holm oak in the park.
It was midday, the old traditional dinner hour followed by our family, though by then most nobles had taken to the fashion set by the sluggard Court of France, of dining halfway through the afternoon.
A breeze was blowing from the sea, I remember, rustling the leaves. Never had we seen such disobedience. What point is tees in risking life, when the real flavor of life is as yet unknown? Cosimo had, in fact, once brought down a bishop, a great-great-great-grandfather, miter and all; lie was punished, and since then he had learned to brake just before reaching the turn of a flight and jump off within a hair’s-breadth of running into a bust.
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