‘What fruitless effort!’ Captain Sorrentino angrily exclaimed, coming to a stop smack in the middle of the room. The General’s wife was motionless. The Captain looked at that silvery face: he watched it float against the wall like the moon in a limpid sky. ‘We should instead seek to reach a positive solution, one azure enough to spread around the entire world.’
The General’s wife smiled with joy. That word – azure – had stirred her.
The Captain crossed the room with only a few steps. ‘I’m going to tell you a story,’ he announced.
‘This,’ he said, laying the palm of his hand on the table in front of him, ‘is the Fortress.’
He showed her. ‘It’s an orderly and isolated complex,’ he explained.
The General’s wife listened attentively. His words seemed clear enough to her. That clarity alre
