And here are the painful islands…
San Clements is a vast, airy, and
clean place: scientists study and
the madwomen stay healthy.
The madmen of San Servolo
answer their cries from across
the waters, a dismal reply.
What do the insane hear in the
radiant silence of the Lagoon?
Between the jumps, the daze,
and the restlessness of these
poor tormented minds, what
do they feel looking at this
spectacle that affects even the sane?
From afar, the sun lights up Venice’s
Palaces and the beautiful ships casting
off towards the vast open sea; people
pass by in their gondolas, free, without
ever wondering about the few faces
paled out by confinement, tormented
by constant, crushing thoughts…
Pompeo Molmenti, 1895 in (Foscari, 2014, pp. 270)