Andrea had understood very little of that speech, especially about the fate of the young girl’s mother, but he had understood that he could take Cecilia away from the abuses of the other knights by taking her to his room at the end of the banquet.
Pietro from Arezzo, convinced of cheering the guests and stimulating their lust, brought himself close to the musician and began to declaim his lustful sonnets, taking advantage of the rhythm of the music.
Fuck us, my soul, f**k us soon
because all for born fuckers we are;
and if you love c**k, I love t**t,
and the world will be a d**k without this.
And if post mortem fucker was honest,
I would say: We f****d so much that we died;
and then we’d f**k Eve and Adam,
that find their death so dishonest.
In the meantime the diners had thrown
