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Spooktober 27 – The Black Monk (2)

Chapter 3 After supper, when the visitors had gone, he went to his room and lay down on the sofa: he wanted to think about the monk. But a minute later Tanya came in. “Here, Andryusha; read father’s articles,” she said, giving him a bundle

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Spooktober 26 – The Black Monk (1)

Anton Chekhov (1860–1904) was a Russian physician, short-story writer and playwright, and I’m not particularly fond of him, though he’s widely regarded as one of the greatest masters of modern short fiction and who am I to argue? His work is celebrated for its psychological

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Beauty and Ugliness: an exhibition

A few pictures from the recently closed exhibition on Beauty and Ugliness as an aesthetic paradigma in which what’s ideal and what’s grotesque melt together as sides of the same coin. The exhibition featured works by Brueghel (lent from the other exhibition at Palazzo Reale),

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4 Comments
  • LittlePot
    Posted at 13:17h, 12 January Reply

    Ciao! Grazie per essere passata dalle mie pagine… in realtà se odio le seppie ripiene è solo perchè una volta, ero piccola, ho avuto la febbre a 40° (l’unica volta) e a pranzo mangiai seppie ripiene per poter avere lo “stomaco pieno” per prendere i medicinali… bè l’effetto non è stato granchè entusiasmante :-) per cui ora il solo odore delle seppie ripiene mi fa morire. Però adoro il pesce, ecco.

    Baci

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 13:26h, 12 January Reply

    In effetti seppie ripiene può non essere il cibo adatto se si è indisposti ;-)

  • Nevskji
    Posted at 14:01h, 13 January Reply

    Meglio sempre l’impepata di cozze.

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 14:05h, 13 January Reply

    Un toccasana per tutte le stagioni, direi.

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