it was something he 'd mentioned often . i 'd wind up locked up somewhere in florence ! he feels the rush of moist and cold air . something me and specks thought up , he replied . `` can you imagine hanging around with that guy for a hundred years ? '' he puts me in mind of myself as a youth . he shifts in his chair , waits while the waiter takes his plate . he bit blood from his lip as he watched her walk away , but he let her go . my mother slapped me in the face . 