"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."
Non solo oggi e non perché è oggi, ma anche oggi, come ieri. Anzi, come si dice, forse un po’ di più.
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
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
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),
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
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
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),
3 Comments
Njord
Posted at 10:11h, 14 Februaryogni giorno …sempre di più!
Shelidon
Posted at 10:52h, 14 FebruaryNon dicevo a te, Njord ;-p
Shelidon
Posted at 11:29h, 14 FebruaryMessaggio per la signorina che mi ha scritto in privato:
Sorella, delle tue argomentazioni m’importa sega. Avrai pure i tuoi motivi di fare il giro di tutti i blog per cercare dove si parla di San Valentino e tentare di riportare sulla retta via i consumisti schiavi delle feste comandate, ma permettimi un paio di osservazioni:
* la tua presunzione che l’unico modo di vivere una festa sia acquistando qualcosa è, appunto, presunzione;
* il tuo assunto che io voglia passare del tempo con l’Altro perché qualcuno mi ha inculcato che devo farlo è a dir poco risibile;
* il tuo essere schiava di una festa comandata al punto da permetterle di rovinarti una giornata è decisamente superiore al mio esserne suggestionata a sufficienza da cogliere quest’occasione, come una qualsiasi altra, per essere felice.
Guarda un po’ qui e vedi in che categoria sei.