Niccolò’s Smile

My barber is a twenty-something Jersey girl from “down the shore.” A conversation:

Her: So you doin’ anything fun this weekend?

Me: Well, I’m finishing up a presentation I’m giving this week.

The Prince by Machiavelli with Notes and Comments

Her (pause): Oh. (pause). That should be fun. (pause). What’s it about?

Me: Machiavelli.

Her: What’s that?

6 thoughts on “Niccolò’s Smile

    • You should have recited this:

      I am Machiavel
      And weigh not men, and therefore not men’s words.
      Admir’d I am of those that hate me most:
      Though some speak openly against my books,
      Yet will they read me, and thereby attain
      To Peter’s chair; and, when they cast me off,
      Are poison’d by my climbing followers.
      I count religion but a childish toy,
      And hold there is no sin but ignorance.
      Birds of the air will tell of murders past?
      I am asham’d to hear such fooleries!
      Many will talk of title to a crown:
      What right had Caesar to the empery?
      Might first made kings, and laws were then most sure
      When, like the Draco’s, they were writ in blood.
      Burma-Shave.

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      • I was about to tell her that Machiavelli was one of the “unacknowledged legislators of the world,” but didn’t. I ended up telling her he was an “Italian writer,” and leaving it at that. She said, “Oh,” and asked me if I wanted hair gell.

        I sat there for awhile trying to imagine the state of innocence that might have prompted her question, but found that I couldn’t. So I just gave her a big tip and left it at that.

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  1. What a different world we would have had, if Machiavelli had had access to hair gel. Instead of The Prince, maybe we would have had a children’s book “Fun high jinks with Mach.” Now THAT would have led to better leaders.

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    • I’m not sure. We might just have gotten well-coiffed imperialists.

      I’m glad to see that you’ve gotten past WordPress’s checkpoints this time. I get stuck in them, too, and it’s my site. WordPress is a glitchy mess. And worst of all, I pay for it.

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