Before long he was employed by a travel agent who paid him an additional fee for permission to present him as a tourist attraction in his own right.
Busloads of sightseers rolled up in such numbers that Guido was soon obliged to keep to a strict timetable,
so that all who had paid to hear him got a chance to do so.
He began to miss Momo more and more, because his stories had lost their inspiration,
but he steadfastly refused to tell the same story twice, even when offered twice his usual fee.
After a few months, Guido no longer needed to turn up at the amphitheater and hand around his battered peaked cap.
Having been ″discovered″, first by a radio station and then by television,
he was soon earning a mint of money by telling his stories, three times weekly, to an audience of millions.
By now he had given up his lodgings near the amphitheater and moved to quite another part of town, where all the rich and famous lived.
He rented a big modern villa set in well-kept grounds, dropped the nickname Guido, and called himself Girolamo instead.
Guido was far too pressed for time, of course, to go on inventing new stories as he used to.
He began to ration his material with care, sometimes concocting as many as five stories out of one idea.
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