Corleone begins: If you never mean to marry, you might as well turn priest, too, said Ippolito Saracinesca to his elder brother, Orsino, with a laugh. Why? asked Orsino, without a smile. It would be as sensible to say that man who had never seen some particular thing, about which he has heard much, might as well put out his eyes. The young priest laughed again, took up the cigar he had laid upon the edge of the piano, puffed at it till it burned freely, and then struck two or three chords of a modulation. A sheet of ruled paper on which several staves of music were roughly jotted down in pencil stood on the rack of the instrument.