"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 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),
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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.