Once in a Lifetime

                     by Guido Mina di Sospiro 

The last modern novel. The first neo-romance of chivalry.  

                                              Edited by Christopher Sinclair-Stevenson          
Quizzes on Once in a Lifetime
Portrait of the Hero as he reaches Part Five
Is Once in a Lifetime a Tristanian novel?
I see that ordinary people hate greatness, and yet they crave it. They do not acknowledge it while it is in the making, yet they perceive it. Smug in their hard-won mediocrity, the slaves of the trivial demand nothing from themselves, but everything from fools like you who reek of greatness. They resent you, but they need you.

From Chapter Seventeen, Part Five
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“So, what’s with the angels?” He was referring to the paintings that hung from the walls.

“I’ve been collecting Andean colonial art for years. I bought them in Quito, Cuzco and La Paz.”

“I’ve never seen angels like this.”

“Are you also interested in colonial art?”

“No, in firearms.”

Michael smiled. The angels in the paintings were odd. Not only did they wear hats with feathers, extravagant baroque costumes, and rustling lace; not only did they sport multicoloured wings; they all held a rifle in their hands, or rather a harquebus.