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“He hasn’t tried to publish anything on theHypnerotomachiain years. Without the ciphered messages from Francesco, you don’t know what to do with the diary. A jangling skeleton of a man, he aimed at being a professional librarian until larger ambitions got in his way: tenure, pro You contaminate the painters with your ideas, and their paintings hang in the palaces of princes, while their frescoes crowd the walls and ceilings of every church.
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