Quite how he was going to do it, not even he could have told them, for Guido held a low opinion of perseverance and hard work.
“What's so clever about working hard?” he said to Momo. “Anyone can get rich quick that way,”
“but who wants to look like the people who've sold themselves body and soul for money's sake? Well, they can count me out.”
“Even if there are times when I don't have the price of a cup of coffee, I'm still me. Guido's still Guido!”
Although it seemed improbable that two people as dissimilar as Guido Guide and Beppo Roadsweeper should have become friends, they did.
Strangely enough, Beppo was the only person who never chided Guido for his irresponsibility;
and, just as strangely, fast-talking Guido was the only person who never poked fun at eccentric old Beppo.
This, too, may have had something to do with the way Momo listened to them both.
None of the three suspected that a shadow was soon to fall, not only across their friendship but across the entire neighbourhood -
an ever-growing shadow that was already enfolding the city in its cold, dark embrace. It advanced day by day like an invading army,
silently and surreptitiously, meeting no resistance because no one was really aware of it. But who exactly were the invaders?
Even old Beppo, who saw much that escaped other people, failed to notice the men in gray who busily roamed the city in ever-increasing numbers.
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