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defatigable Charlie; hopeful to the end。
 I have it now; in front of me。 Genesis 45:19 es at the conclusion of the story Botticelli painted。 After revealing himself to his brothers; Joseph bees a gift…giver; just like his father before him。 After all he has suffered; he says he will take his brothers back; they who now starve in Canaan; and let them share in the bounty of his Egypt。 And I; who have made the mistake most of my life of trying to leave my father behind me; of thinking I could move forward by keeping him in the past; I understand perfectly。
 Get your father and e; the verse says。 Never mind about your property; for the best of all Egypt will be yours。
 I pick up the phone。
 Get your father and e; I think; wondering how he understood; even when I didn't。
 I put the phone back down and reach for my daybook; to copy the number before anything can happen to it。 In those lonely pages; the new H of Paul Harris and the old M of Katie Marchand are the only two entries on the spread。 It feels unnatural to add a name now; but I am fighting the sensation that all I have is this set of digits on the mailing tube; a single chance that could be erased by the simplest mistake; an opportunity that could bleed into nothing beneath a single drop of water。
 There is sweat on my hands as I lift the receiver again; hardly aware of the time that has passed as I sat here; trying to think of the words to put to this。 Out the bay window of my bedroom; in the glittering Texas night; I can see nothing but the sky。
 Never mind about your property; for the best of all Egypt will be yours。
 I refresh the dial tone and start pushing the buttons on the keypad。 A number I never thought my fingers would form; a voice I never thought I'd hear again。 There is a distant buzz; the ringing of a telephone in another time zone。 Then; after the fourth ring; a voice。
 You've reached Katie Marchand at Hudson Gallery; Manhattan。 Please leave a message。
 Then a beep。
 〃Katie;〃 I say; into the hum of silence; 〃this is Tom。 It's almost midnight here。 Texas time。〃
 The hush of the other end is haunting。 It might have overwhelmed me; if I didn't know exactly what I wanted to say。
 〃I'm leaving Austin tomorrow morning。 I'll be gone for a while; I'm not sure how long。〃
 There is a photo of the two of us in a small frame on my desk。 We're slightly off…center; both holding one side of the camera and pointing it toward ourselves。 The campus chapel is behind us; stony and still; Princeton whispering in the background even now。
 〃When I get back from Florence;〃 I tell her; the sophomore in my picture; my accidental gift; just before the machine in New York cuts off; 〃I want to see you。〃
 Then I place the receiver back in its cradle and stare out the window again。 There will be bags to pack; travel agents to call; new pictures to take。 Even as I begin to realize the magnitude of what I'm doing; a thought occurs to me。 Somewhere in the city of rebirth; Paul is lifting himself out of bed; staring out his window; and waiting。 There are pigeons cooing on rooftops; cathedral bells tolling from towers in the distance。 We are sitting here; continents apart; the same way we always did: at the edges of our mattresses; together。 On the ceilings where I am going there will be saints and gods and flights of angels。 Everywhere I walk there will be reminders of all that time can't touch。 My heart is a bird in a cage; ruffling its wings with the ache of expectation。 In Italy; the sun is rising。
 Authors' Note
 
 The identity of the Hypnerotomachia's author has remained uncertain for over five hundred years。 In the absence of definitive proof favoring the Roman Francesco Colonna or his Venetian namesake; scholars have continued to grapple with the strange acrostic; 〃Poliam Frater Franciscus Columna Peramavit;〃 sometimes citing it as evidence of the author's mysterious intent。
 Girolamo Savonarola (1452…1498) was both respected and reviled by the citizens of Florence during his brief tenure as the city's religious leader。 Though to some he remains a symbol of spiritual reform against the excesses of his time; to others he is known only as the destroyer of countless paintings; sculptures; and manuscripts in the bonfires for which he is best remembered。
 As of the publication of The Rule of Four; no connection has been made between the Hypnerotomachia and Savonarola。
 
 Richard Curry amends Browning's poem 〃Andrea del Sarto〃 to suit his needs; and Tom; remembering Curry's usage; does the same。 Browning's original line is: 〃I do what many dream of; all their lives〃 (emphasis added)。 Tom and Paul sometimes refer to scholarly books; including those by Braudel and Hartt; by shorthand titles; and Paul; in his enthusiastic overview of Florence's history; indicates that Florentine artists and intellectuals spanning several centuries were living 〃at the same time。〃 Tom takes the liberty of shortening the official name of Princeton Battlefield State Park to Princeton Battlefield Park; of attributing 〃Take the 'A' Train〃 to Duke Ellington instead of Billy Strayhorn; and of suggesting; in his first meeting with Katie; that the name of poet E。E。 Cummings was intended to appear in lowercase; when Cummings himself (in this respect; at least) probably preferred conventional capitalization。
 The authors take responsibility for other inventions and simplifications。 The Nude Olympics traditionally began at midnight…not at sunset; as The Rule of Four suggests。 Jonathan Edwards was indeed Princeton's third president; and died as described in this novel; but he did not initiate the Easter ceremonies described here; which are fully invented。 Though the eating clubs on Prospect throw many formal events each year; the particular Ivy ball Tom attends is fictional。 And the floor plan of the Ivy Club; like those of a few other locations mentioned; has been changed to suit the needs of the story。
 Finally; time itself has taken a toll on some of the Princeton fixtures so familiar to Tom and his friends。 Katie's sophomore class was the last to run naked in Holder Courtyard on the night of the first snowfall (though it did so in January; not in April): the university outlawed the Nude Olympics just before Tom's graduation in 1999。 And Katie's beloved tree; the Mercer Oak that once stood in Princeton Battlefield State Park; collapsed on March 3; 2000; of natural causes。 It can still be seen in the Walter Matthau movie I。Q。
 In nearly all other respects; we have tried to remain as faithful as possible to the history of the Italian Renaissance and of Princeton。 We are deeply indebted to those two great settings of the mind。
 I。C。 and D。T。
 Acknowledgments
 
 We owe many thanks。 The Rule of Four was nearly six years in the making; and for two young men in their twenties it felt like a lifetime。
 First to Jennifer Joel…überagent; friend; muse…who believed in us long before anyone else did; and to Susan Kamil; who loved us as her own; and toiled over the manuscript as feverishly as Tom and Paul would have。
 Many thanks to the others without whom this wouldn't have been possible: Kate Elton; Margo Lipschultz; Nick Ellison; Alyssa Sheinmel; Barb Burg; Theresa Zoro; Pam Bernstein; Abby Koons; and Jennifer Cayea。
 Ian would like to begin by thanking Jonathan Tze。 The idea for Paul's thesis; from which much of this book sprang; is half his。 At Princeton; thanks also go to Anthony Grafton; who suggested a research paper on the Hypnerotomachia ; to Michael Sugrue; whose enthusiasm and encouragement were never in short supply; and; especially; to David Thurn; whose wisdom and friendship made all the difference。 At Thomas Jefferson High School for Science and Technology; Mary O' Brien and Bettie Stegall gave literature and creative writing a voice in the wilderness。 Joshua 〃Ned〃 Gunsher was an inspiration for Tom's clapper misadventure; and also helped to map out the Ivy Club of fact; before we reimagined it in fiction。 For fifteen years; Davin Quinn's writerly panionship has been a fort and a guiding light; with Robert McInturff; Stewart Young; and Karen Palm; he formed part of the model for a book about friendship。 Above all; my mother and father; my sister; Rachel; and my 

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