"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
La striscia di oggi del Filobosco mi fa tornare alla mente uno dei grandi rimpianti della mia infanzia. Non aver mai avuto una paperella con cui fare il bagno. La prossima ricorrenza è Natale: chi rimedia?
PS: i piani procedono per metà, sto studiando Teoria e Progetto di Costruzioni e Strutture 2 ma mentirei se dicessi che sto capendo tutto…
S.S. Van Dine was the pen name of Willard Huntington Wright (1888–1939), an art critic, editor, and novelist from the US who created Philo Vance, apparently one of the defining amateur detectives of the Golden Age of detective fiction. The Vance series ran to twelve
This is the third collection I read from these charming little light-blue books with the golden pages, and they’re uneven at best. Once again, as such, I have mixed feelings about this collection and I’ll have to proceed scientifically to give a rating, so here
In 1947, British-American poet W.H. Auden published The Age of Anxiety, a long poem subtitled “A Baroque Eclogue”. In a nutshell, four strangers meet in a bar on Third Avenue in Manhattan, on All Souls’ Night, so it’s even seasonal, in the middle of a
S.S. Van Dine was the pen name of Willard Huntington Wright (1888–1939), an art critic, editor, and novelist from the US who created Philo Vance, apparently one of the defining amateur detectives of the Golden Age of detective fiction. The Vance series ran to twelve
This is the third collection I read from these charming little light-blue books with the golden pages, and they’re uneven at best. Once again, as such, I have mixed feelings about this collection and I’ll have to proceed scientifically to give a rating, so here
In 1947, British-American poet W.H. Auden published The Age of Anxiety, a long poem subtitled “A Baroque Eclogue”. In a nutshell, four strangers meet in a bar on Third Avenue in Manhattan, on All Souls’ Night, so it’s even seasonal, in the middle of a
9 Comments
Njord
Posted at 07:17h, 10 JulyMha, al più io posso rimediare lo scopettone per il pupazzo di neve…o, forse, la crota per il naso
:-P
babilonia61
Posted at 20:16h, 10 July…poco a poco l’acqua del sapere va al mare, ad abbeverare il futuro, poco a poco, raggiungerai le mete, basta solo lavorare piacevolmente
felicità
…
Rino
Conigliolo
Posted at 02:06h, 11 Julyio ho ben due paperelle inutilizzate.
Intravedo una soluzione
HowlingWolf
Posted at 08:07h, 11 JulyDevo comprarne una per la lupacchiotta (ed una per me, che vivo il tuo stesso dramma), possiamo organizzarci!
Damiani
Posted at 10:58h, 11 Julydai che ce la fai!!!
heraclitus
Posted at 06:59h, 12 Julyquesto sogno mi sembra decisamente realizzabile.
bene. ;-)
Shelidon
Posted at 10:51h, 12 JulyE’ sempre bello avervi tutti vicini, sono commossa. Grazie Heraclitus, Damiani e Rino. Njord, tieniti in standby per la prossima nevicata. Lupo, sono contenta che finalmente il tuo dramma stia per avere fine. E dulcis in fundo, prode Conigliolo sei la mia salvezza: riesci a postarmene una qui, che uso le mie facoltà transustanziatrici? :-p
Conigliolo
Posted at 20:58h, 12 JulyTe la posterò, non dubitare!
Shelidon
Posted at 22:13h, 12 JulyMio eroe