Sam’s notebook this day in Venice.

These Italian thieves  have charged me $8 duty on $4 worth (100) of cigars & $1 worth of tobacco–

I must stop smoking,  for no right Christian can smoke an Italian cigar. Only the wrappers are  grown—the insides are of stubs collected on the pavements by the younger sons  of the nobility—stubs from Switzerland —bad enough.

The charming singing of  the men at night in Venice.

The bronze man on the  clock tower once killed a workman with his hammer. It is said he was tried—& acquitted because he did it without premeditation. Not so—he  had been getting ready an hour [MTNJ 2: 195-6].