From the moment of my arrival in Italy, I was eager to visit the cemetery, and spent hours roaming up and down its leafy paths. Edward Trelawney’s tribute to his friend Shelley is quite touching, although it’s debatable whether Shelley would have considered Trelawney a close enough friend to lie beside for eternity. The yacht Trelawney helped Shelley to build, the craft that killed him, was far from sea-worthy. Trelawney was a notorious liar who regularly inflated his credentials to impress people. What if that “touching tribute” he paid to Shelley actually has blood on it?