In faulty translation, still being mulled over years later, "saintpeterstones," or faultier, cobblestones—containing within themselves the fire of hundreds of thousands of years ago, recalls Simon, hot reflection of Lazian basalt Catholicized in the sixteenth century, porphyrous petrus, absorbent of floods & unkind to motorized vehicles and feminized motility, another victim of the economic crisis, another antique détourner of progress as it was defined by the twentieth century? Those that line the avenue of Tram #8, from China, apparently cost a fortune.

Montorio, or Mons Aureus, golden marl of the hill where a saint identified as the rock was said to be crucified, the sand of which was passed out to pilgrims, making up Galileo's basement, ours.