Lorenzo there. This was the shrine of the Medici, containing the tombs
of Cosimo, Lorenzo, and many other members of the family.
Brunellesco had built the church, but had left the facade
unfinished. Leo asked Raphael, Giuliano da Sangallo, Baccio
d'Agnolo, Andrea and Iacopo Sansovino to submit plans for completing
the front. Michelangelo, apparently of his own accord, sent in a
plan of his own, which Leo accepted as the best; hence the Pope cannot
be blamed, as so many have blamed him, for diverting Michael from
Julius' tomb. Leo sent him to Florence, whence he went to Carrara to
quarry tons of marble. Back in Florence, he hired assistants for the
work, quarreled with them, sent them packing, and brooded inactively
in his uncongenial role as architect. Cardinal Giulio de' Medici,
Leo's cousin, appropriated some of the idle marble for work on the
cathedral; Michael fumed, but still dallied. At last (1520) Leo
freed him from the contract, and required no accounting of the funds
that had been advanced to the artist. When Sebastiano del Piombo asked
the Pope to give Angelo further assignments, Leo excused himself. He
recognized Michelangelo's supremacy in art, but, he said, "he is an
alarming man, as you yourself see, and there is no getting on with
him." Sebastiano reported the conversation to his friend, adding: "I
told His Holiness that your alarming ways did no man any harm, and
that it was only your devotion to the great work to which you have
given yourself that made you seem terrible to others." `051859
What was this famous terribilita? It was, first of all, energy,
a wild consuming force that tortured Michelangelo's body, but
sustained it, for eighty-nine years; and second, a power of will
that kept that energy harnessed and directed to one purpose- art-
ignoring almost everything else. Now energy directed by a unifying
will is almost the definition of genius. The energy that looked upon
formless stone as a challenge, and clawed and hammered and chiseled it
con furia till it took on a revealing significance, was the same
force that swept angrily over the distracting trivialities of life,
took no thought of clothing or cleanliness or superficial
courtesies, and advanced to its end, if not blindly yet with blinders,
over broken promises, broken friendships, broken health, at last
over a broken spirit, leaving the body and mind shattered, but the
work done- the greatest painting, the greatest sculpture, and some