Later on, instead, I had an intense acquaintance with Michele Prisco, who had a small villa in Vico Equense (while Pomilio lived in Naples). I have to say that Prisco's stateliness was such that, when he moved from a conference to a painting prize (where we were both sworn), he didn't feel ashamed to travel in my blue Renault 4 and, above all, he didn't show fear in front of my guide.