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Monna Nonna de’ Pulci: Wit Wields the Final Word


                                                                                   In the vibrant swirl of Florentine festivity, where nobles parade and clergy
                                                                                   mingle with the city’s elite, Monna Nonna de’ Pulci stands out, not for
                                                                                   wealth or title, but for her luminous presence and razor-sharp mind. Newly
                                                                                   married and freshly settled in Porta San Piero, she carries herself with the

                                                                                   kind of grace that invites admiration and envy in equal measure.


                                                                                   On the feast day of Saint John, the Bishop of Florence rides alongside Messer
                                                                                   Dego della Ratta, the Lord Marshal of Naples, a man known for his gallant

                                                                                   pursuits and less-than-gallant indiscretions. As they pass through the crowd,
                                                                                   the bishop spots Monna Nonna and, with a mischievous glint, decides to make
                                                                                   sport of her. He gestures toward the marshal and asks, with mock solemnity,
                                                                                   whether she believes she could “make a conquest” of such a man.



                                                                                  The question, veiled in jest but laced with impropriety, is meant to provoke
                                                                                   laughter and perhaps a blush. But Monna Nonna does not flinch. With
                                                                                   the poise of a seasoned rhetorician, she replies that if such a conquest

                                                                                   were ever made, she would expect to be paid in good coin, not the gilded
                                                                                   counterfeits the marshal is rumored to have used in past affairs.


                                                                                   Her words land like a well-aimed arrow. The crowd, quick to grasp the

                                                                                   reference to a scandal involving the marshal and a bribed husband, erupts
                                                                                   in laughter. The bishop, caught off guard, is silenced. The marshal, stung
                                                         DISTILLING INTELLECTUAL   by the truth wrapped in wit, can only smile through the sting.
                                                        BRILLIANCE INTO A VORTEX
                                                       OF POISED RESISTANCE AND
                                                                                   In that moment, Monna Nonna reclaims the stage. Her response is not
                                                       ASSERTIVE GEOMETRY, THIS
                                                     VISUAL PORTRAYAL OF MONNA     just clever, it’s a masterclass in social navigation, turning mockery into
                                                       NONNA DE’ PULCI BECOMES     triumph and exposing hypocrisy with elegance. Boccaccio’s tale, though
                                                      NOT JUST STORYTELLING, BUT
                                                                                   brief, reverberates with the power of language and the dignity of a woman
                                                        THE RHYTHM OF REPARTEE
                                                                                   who refuses to be diminished.
                                                           RENDERED IN PIGMENT.
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