The Work Place Found

But do you think it is wrong to pour boiling water onto a wasps’ nest, I asked, there’s one near the threshing floor. The Sculptor didn’t seem to be listening. Tilting the bentwood chair, he was examining the ceiling. Where the white wall of the cow-byre met the white arch of the roof vault, an excrescence had appeared just above the invisible rectangle, which, each night was lit up by the intermittent beam of the lighthouse 15 kilometres away at Santa Maria di Leuca, like a vacant television screen.