163/231 Moreover, can you call a nation poor, when it possesses Lombardy? Since we have the soil, such a fertile soil, the great harvest which is awaited will surely some day sprout and ripen under the burning sun!" Enthusiasm was upbuoying him, all the _furia_ of youth inflamed his eyes. You must make men!" "Exactly!" cried Orlando. "I don't cease repeating it, one must make Italy. It is as if a wind from the East had blown the seed of humanity, the seed which makes vigorous and powerful nations, elsewhere. |