"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."
Ogni tanto mi domando se non avrei dovuto scegliermi un altro mestiere.
Poi mi rispondo di no.
Chapter 7 One long winter night Kovrin was lying in bed, reading a French novel. Poor Tanya, who had headaches in the evenings from living in town, to which she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated
Every few months it comes back. A pencil drawing of a bee, a quote in a serif font, and different authorities invoked as the source: aerodynamically speaking, the bee cannot fly, but it doesn’t know that, so it flies anyway. It gets shared and liked,
Chapter 5 Glad that he had been so successful in the part of peacemaker, Kovrin went into the park. Sitting on a garden seat, thinking, he heard the rattle of a carriage and a feminine laugh — visitors were arriving. When the shades of evening
Chapter 7 One long winter night Kovrin was lying in bed, reading a French novel. Poor Tanya, who had headaches in the evenings from living in town, to which she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated
Every few months it comes back. A pencil drawing of a bee, a quote in a serif font, and different authorities invoked as the source: aerodynamically speaking, the bee cannot fly, but it doesn’t know that, so it flies anyway. It gets shared and liked,
Chapter 5 Glad that he had been so successful in the part of peacemaker, Kovrin went into the park. Sitting on a garden seat, thinking, he heard the rattle of a carriage and a feminine laugh — visitors were arriving. When the shades of evening
5 Comments
brianzolitudine
Posted at 12:41h, 18 DecemberL’immagine mi ricorda vagamente la bauhaus. Io mi sono convinto che – noi tutti – per il semplice fatto di lavorare pratichiamo il mestiere più antico del mondo.
Prostituire un cervello ad altri per otto e passa ore al giorno non è certo meglio che lasciare i propri orifizi e/o sfinteri alla mercè di altri per qualche decina di minuti massimo a botta. E pagamento cash.
E senz’altro, non lo si fa per una mercede più alta.
FiammaViola
Posted at 13:49h, 18 Decemberuna volta che hai fatto la scelta, non si torna più indietro :)
Shelidon
Posted at 18:12h, 18 December@ Brian: detto così qualsiasi professione perde molto del suo fascino… o ne acquista, a seconda dell’ottica *___^
@ Fiammaviola: non si torna indietro no e per molti di noi è una fortuna. Sai mai che in un momento di sconforto non si scegliesse una strada diversa e ci si ritrovasse a fare ECONOMIA :-#
FiammaViola
Posted at 11:48h, 19 Decemberche schifo :S boh se proprio dovesse pensarmi in un altro mestiere potrebbe gratificarmi solo medicina… ma nemmeno regge il confronto!
Shelidon
Posted at 18:46h, 19 Decembermmm… forse a me gratificherebbe la via della letteratura (che per ora è l’hobby), ma a quel punto l’arte e l’architettura diventerebbero l’hobby e bene o male saremmo punto da capo. No, di qui non si scappa.