"I have money so I can always have people, but they can't beme, think likeme, these nights when I can't sleep, when I have Pietro, my gondolier, take me outside, out there, floating the canals, listening to the moon crackle ... or sitting here and thinking about my death-day."
"And perched on top, two bodies in their death-day suits, swaying in time to a music none of us could hear—the divine offering."
"It was going to celebrate the birthday of medieval mathematician Regiomontanus and the death-day of Sienese artist Vecchietta."