cypress trees at night;

Journey by Moonlight

ANTAL SZERB

Part I : Honeymoon

black and white feet slowdancing
On the train
everything seemed fine.

The trouble began in Venice,
with the back-alleys.
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Venice

Mihály

"The back-alleys. I had to see them by night, just once ... it's all part of ... it's what everyone does."

Erzsi

"But why didn't you tell me? Or rather, why didn't you take me with you?"

Mihaly

(to himself)
"So this is marriage. What does it amount to, when every attempt to explain is so hopeless? Mind you, I don't fully understand all this myself."

Ravenna

"Within the Byzantine pictures there was something that stirred a sleeping horror in the depth of their souls ...

His youth beat within him with such intensity that he suddenly grew faint and had to lean against a pillar. But it lasted only a second, and he was a serious man again.”

János arrives on a
motorbike at their café

“You talk as if you know why I was angry with you.”

"But of course I know,” Mihály blurted out, and blushed again.

“If you know, say it,” Szepetneki said aggressively.

“I’d rather not here ... in front of my wife.”

“It doesn’t bother me. Just have the courage to say it. What do you think was the reason I wouldn’t speak to you in London?”

“Because it occurred to me there had been a time when I thought you had stolen my gold watch. Since then I’ve found out who took it.”

“You see what an ass you are. I was the one who stole your watch.”

So it was you who took it?”

“It was.”

János has traced Ervin to Italy—Tuscany or Umbria in some monastery

"Now that you are in Italy you could help me look for him."

"I can't scour the collected monasteries of Umbria and Tuscany. And I don't even know that Ervin would want to see me. If he had wanted to see me he could have let me know his whereabouts long ago. So now you can clear off, János Szteptenki. I hope I don't set eyes on your again for a good few years."

"You're just as clever at not understanding people as you are great at not finding, and not looking for, people who have gone out of your life. That's why I was angry with you."

"One grows up. We all grow up, and you forget why you were offended with someone for ten years."

raining dropping
"Pataki's letter had now shown him the hopelessness of this undertaking.

He could never become as good a husband as this man..."
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Florence

"By the time he got back to the hotel, after a long rambling walk, it seemed inevitable to him that she would, one day, leave him, and do so after horrible crisis and sufferings, after squalid affairs with other men, her name 'dragged through the mud, as the saying goes. "

"Already she had become for him a sort of beautiful memory."

And she fell asleep. Now he was the one who lay awake for hours. He felt that finally, definitively, he was facing the bankruptcy and collapse of his marriage. He had to acknowledge that here too he had failed as an adult, and what was even worse, he had to concede that Erzsi had never before given him such pleasure as now, when he made love to her not as a partner in adult passion, but as an immature girl, a flirtation on a springtime outing."

"He found the two National Bank lire cheques, each for the same amount, one in his name, the other in hers.
He withdrew his own, and in its place smuggled in a sheet of paper of similar size. Then, very carefully, he put it in his wallet, and went back to bed.

Tarontola

"I'll get out here and have a coffee."

"Don't get off. You're not an Italian. The train might start at any moment."

"Of course it won't. It always stands for a quarter-of-an-hour at every station. Cheers. God bless."

"Bye, silly monkey. Do write to me."


Mihály left the train, ordered a coffee, and, while the espresso machine coaxed the marvelous steaming liquid out of itself, drop by drop, he began to chat with a local about the sights of Perugia.
Finally, he drank the coffee.


Come, quickly,"
said the Italian,
"the train's going."

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By the time they got there the train was half way out of the station. Mihály just managed to clamber onto the last coach.

"Will this be your first visit to Perugia?" asked the friendly native.

"To Perugia I'm not going to Perugia, unfortunately."

"Then you must be going on to Ancona. That's not a good idea. Stop off at Perugia. It is a very old city."

"But I'm heading for Rome."

"For Roma? You are joking."

"I'm what?" asked Mihály, thinking he must have misheard the word in Italian. 

"Joking," shouted the Italian.

"This train doesn't go to Roma.

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When he had taken his cheque and passport the night before he had thought—of course, not really seriously—that they might perhaps find themselves separated during the journey.

When he got off at Terontola it had again flitted across his mind that he might leave Erzsi to continue on the train. But now that it had really happened he was amazed and disturbed.

maddness
But at all events—
it had happened!