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With an involuntary start, you seize hold on consciousness, and prove
yourself but half awake, by running a doubtful parallel between human
life and the hour which has now elapsed.
In both you emerge from mystery, pass through a vicissitude that you can but imperfectly control, and are borne onward to another mystery.
Now comes the peal of the distant clock,
with fainter and fainter strokes as you plunge farther into the
wilderness of sleep.
~~
It is the knell of a temporary death.
Known in ancient times as Petra Herculis, in memory of a temple devoted to Hercules, the island with the remains of a 1500s fortress, derives its name from a Roman gens Rubilia or maybe from a plant called robilia.
There is an old legend about this rock, passed down by Fra Simone, who wrote about that in the Cronicon Casinense (IX century). It is a story that takes us back to times when the Longobards dominated Southern Italy.
[charme-gallery]Some soldiers, to resist against an incursion of the Saracenes, locked themselves on the island of Rovigliano.
They were guided by count Orso, his wife donna Fulgida, and their son Miroaldo. In the end, the enemies won and the survivors were taken away as slaves, Miroaldo included.
The count was hanged, and donna Fulgida, while trying to defend her husband, was hit and left half dead.
When she woke up, she saw the hanging body of her husband. So every night since then _the spirit of donna Fulgida wanders around Rovigliano rocks, calling her husband and her son.
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