'There was one who would have done much better for you than Pasquino;
that was Cècingùlo, [295] at least that's the nickname people gave
him. There was no end to the number of stories he could tell.
'In days gone by, [296] he used to sit in Piazza Navona of an evening
when people had left work and had time to listen, and he would pour
them out by the hour. Now and then he stopped, and went round with
his hat, and there were few who did not spare him a bajocco.'
'Did you ever hear him yourself?'
'No; it was before my time, but my father has heard him many's
the time, and many of the stories I have told you are the tales of
Cècingùlo. How often I have said to him, "Tell me one of Cècingùlo's
tales, papa!"' [297]