He ran and ran and ran. Nor did he make an end of running until he reached the wide waters of the Mediterranean Sea.
There he stopped. He looked back at Africa, the land of all his empty dreams; then flinging himself into the water, he said aloud, “I will return when I have a little more sense.”
At that moment a familiar voice shouted to him: “Good Pinocchio! Hurrah for Pinocchio!”
