{"id":"01KG8AKT5A81XCD8W5W6PX023K","cid":"bafkreiewoyneal2ctmnqowgth5l3wmky4mt3mftiptbgucavdl4u5ruxhq","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":11055,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:09.931Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 9","source_file":"01KG89J1954N2G0NAERBNJXEX9","start_line":11007,"text":"BABBALANJA—Very funny, your Highness:—amazing jolly! And from my\r\nnethermost soul, would to Oro, thou could’st but feel one touch of that\r\njolly woe! It would appall thee, my Right Worshipful lord Abrazza!\r\n\r\nABRAZZA (_to Media_)—My dear lord, his teeth are marvelously white and\r\nsharp: some she-shark must have been his dam:—does he often grin thus?\r\nIt was infernal!\r\n\r\nMEDIA—Ah! that’s Azzageddi. But, prithee, Babbalanja, proceed.\r\n\r\nBABBALANJA—Your Highness, even in his calmer critic moods, Lombardo was\r\nfar from fancying his work. He confesses, that it ever seemed to him\r\nbut a poor scrawled copy of something within, which, do what he would,\r\nhe could not completely transfer. “My canvas was small,” said he;\r\n“crowded out were hosts of things that came last. But Fate is in it.”\r\nAnd Fate it was, too, your Highness, which forced Lombardo, ere his\r\nwork was well done, to take it off his easel, and send it to be\r\nmultiplied. “Oh, that I was not thus spurred!” cried he; “but like many\r\nanother, in its very childhood, this poor child of mine must go out\r\ninto Mardi, and get bread for its sire.”\r\n\r\nABRAZZA (_with a sigh_)—Alas, the poor devil! But methinks ’twas\r\nwondrous arrogant in him to talk to all Mardi at that lofty rate.—Did\r\nhe think himself a god?\r\n\r\nBABBALANJA—He himself best knew what he thought; but, like all others,\r\nhe was created by Oro to some special end; doubtless, partly answered\r\nin his Koztanza.\r\n\r\nMEDIA—And now that Lombardo is long dead and gone—and his work, hooted\r\nduring life, lives after him—what think the present company of it?\r\nSpeak, my lord Abrazza! Babbalanja! Mohi! Yoomy!\r\n\r\nABRAZZA (_tapping his sandal with his scepter__)—I never read it.\r\n\r\nBABBALANJA (_looking upward_)—It was written with a divine intent.\r\n\r\nMohi (_stroking his beard_)—I never hugged it in a corner, and ignored\r\nit before Mardi.\r\n\r\nYoomy (_musing_)—It has bettered my heart.\r\n\r\nMEDIA (_rising_)—And I have read it through nine times.\r\n\r\nBABBALANJA (_starting up_)—Ah, Lombardo! this must make thy ghost glad!\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 9"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJW03Z0Q25AN0GF175AXF","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1954N2G0NAERBNJXEX9","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKSF0V8Y8D21ZWV9Z7A5Y","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:16.554Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:28.806Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}