"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."

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Nelle ultime due settimane ho infilato tre errori e una disattenzione. E probabilmente anche questo dato si rivelerà errato. Dite che sto invecchiando?

Spooktober

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

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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3 Comments
  • wiwipedia77
    Posted at 22:49h, 17 August Reply

    no, sei solo un essere  umano :)

  • Quadrilatero
    Posted at 12:47h, 19 August Reply

    Io do la colpa all'estate. :)

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 18:58h, 20 August Reply

    Apprezzo l'incoraggiamento di entrambi, anche se si vede che Quadrilatero, nel rinunciare a considerarmi umana, mi conosce da più tempo.

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