Prophecies: riddles of dreams, beasts and cruelty
Leonardo's 'profezie' — ominous predictions whose stated answers are everyday things
A dense sheet of Leonardo's 'profezie' (prophecies), moral riddles written in four narrow columns of close script with no diagrams. Each entry is phrased as a dark, apocalyptic prediction, then labelled with a heading that reveals the mundane answer — dreaming, shadows, mules' bells, spurs, tinderboxes, castration of animals, metals and fire, reapers, ovens, and the vices of misers and the lustful. The prophecies alternate between playful visual puzzles and bitter satire of human cruelty and folly.
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Of dreaming — shadows and reflections that follow us
Men will walk and not move, speak with those not present, hear those who do not speak: the riddle of the dream. Shadows and mirror-images are cast as figures that follow men wherever they flee, changing marvellously in size. Snuffing a bedtime candle by blowing too hard becomes 'losing sight and all the senses', and mules' bells near their ears become 'instruments of various sizes heard across Europe'.
Of the mingling of the elements and slaughtered animals
Turbid water, dust in air and fire in its heat become 'all the elements mixed in great revolution, running toward the centre of the world and toward the sky'. City walls mirrored in their moats appear 'upside down'. Then a run of bitter riddles on eaten eggs, roe, castration and cheese-making laments the creatures 'to whom birth is forbidden' and the young from whom milk and life are taken.
Of metals and fire — the monster from the caverns
Metal is a 'monstrous beast' that comes from dark caverns to plunge the whole human race into anguish, treason, robbery and death, and for which forests are felled: 'how much better if you returned to hell!' Fire is 'born of a small beginning' that grows swiftly and esteems no created thing. Sinking ships become 'great bodies without life carrying a multitude of men to destruction'.
Of reapers, the silk-reel and the oven
Two reapers advancing with cutting irons harm only each other's patience, 'but woe to whoever comes between them'. The silk-reeling machine yields 'doleful cries of those stripped and left naked', and drawing bread from the oven's mouth becomes men snatching food from one another. Ploughed fields, sowing, brick-kilns and burning timber are each dressed as calamities of earth turned upside down and stones turned to ash.
Of the miser and the grave
The miser pursues with fury the very thing that has always frightened him, and the aged grow more grasping as their time shortens. Digging a grave is 'to be told as frenzy': a thing that grows as much as it is taken away. Catching lice, drawing water with two buckets on one rope, and adored painted saints who 'hear not and see not' close the sheet as puzzles of futility.
