Korridorium

♫ Ritmi monovo­calici ♫

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I enter the cor­ri­dor that my com­rades have devoured through the hefty tomes of Dou­glas Hof­s­tadter. They’ve dis­cov­ered a pas­sage where Guiseppe Var­al­do’s sonetti monovo­calici are quoted. Finally, I can eat my fill again!

In the novel A Void, which, even in sev­eral Eng­lish trans­la­tions, con­tains not a sin­gle E, I recently found myself severely ema­ci­ated amidst rough masses of cel­lu­lose flour—until I finally real­ized that I des­per­ately need E’s for my phys­i­cal well-being and can’t metab­o­lize other vow­els.

Now, thanks to my book­worm bud­dies, there’s a real feast await­ing me: Var­aldo has infused his son­net retelling of Dan­te’s Inferno with a gen­er­ous dose of Vit­a­min E!

He, respected leg­end, the free­wheel exegete

(set the best esteemed verses ever penned)

entered deep hel­l’s secret lev­els, effete,

help­less, yet exceeded the sever­est deter­rent.

Etc., then ends genre-scented:

… seen fee­ble ether embers effer­ves­cent.

Mmm, sweet let­tered feed!

A Void:

Varaldo’s orig­i­nal son­net:

To read, er, eat more: