Three papers were bitten into the mouth last night. The mark on the plaster wall grew by only one.

• Renzo PadovaniWhere did the other two go.
  Taddeo BragadinThat, too, is written down.
• Gennaro PiovancoI pass that spot every dawn, sir, and I've never once seen the hand that draws the mark.
  Taddeo BragadinNot seeing is no crime. Seeing wrongly is.