"Ah, Don Lorenzo, what I have to show you next relates rather directly to my reason for coming here."

Don Lorenzo was deep in thought.

Don Lorenzo pulled his optics off in irritation and set them on his desk.

The man's little finger snapped out, and he waved his extended hand at Don Lorenzo.

Don Lorenzo stared at the surface of his desk for a long moment.

"The matter has not slipped my mind, darling,"said Don Lorenzo with mock irritation.

The road goes further east for another 24 km before it reaches Don Lorenzo.

Don Lorenzo, you forget in that pompous title the meanness of my origin.

Don Lorenzo, could you conceive what I suffered during my absence!

According to Don Lorenzo, he has "never been known to transgress a single rule of his order."