“The day after Demetrio took up his customary life. Only one fact was unusual: along the way to his office a dog was following him. It was Thursday. As the dog nuzzled up closer, he warned him: ‘Go away, leave me in peace, …’ ‘Beb,’ replied Thursday warmly, scrutinizing the man with eager wide eyes.” It is the voice of conscience, that makes itself heard, and asks Demetrio, as everyone of us, the strength and the wisdom to listen to it. Milan, 1890.