If in the past I had believed somewhat in his recurring hostility toward Lila, now I found it less and less convincing, partly because it was joined not infrequently to moments when, as had happened a few nights earlier, he demonstrated a completely different feeling. He was trying to finish an essay on work and the automation of Fiat, but I saw that he was in trouble (What precisely is a microprocessor, what's a chip, how does this stuff function in practice). I had said to him: talk to Enzo Scanno, he's smart. He had asked absentmindedly: Who is Enzo Scanno? Lina's companion, I answered. He said with a half smile: Then I prefer to talk to Lina, she certainly knows more. And, as if the memory had returned, he added, with a trace of resentment: Wasn't Scanno the idiot son of the fruit seller?

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