"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."
Sh: Ma quindi qual è il vostro budget?
Committente [con vergogna]: Eh, sa, più o meno *cifra irrisoria*
Sh: …
Committente [mortificato]: Però può oscillare, sa, consideri *cifra ancora più irrisoria* per sicurezza.
Sh: …
Committente [affranto]: Eh, lo so…
Sh: Scusi, ma… voi non dovreste essere *prestigiosa istituzione culturale*?
Committente [quasi piangendo]: Eh, ma sa, dipendiamo interamente dalle sovvenzioni statali.
S.S. Van Dine was the pen name of Willard Huntington Wright (1888–1939), an art critic, editor, and novelist from the US who created Philo Vance, apparently one of the defining amateur detectives of the Golden Age of detective fiction. The Vance series ran to twelve
This is the third collection I read from these charming little light-blue books with the golden pages, and they’re uneven at best. Once again, as such, I have mixed feelings about this collection and I’ll have to proceed scientifically to give a rating, so here
In 1947, British-American poet W.H. Auden published The Age of Anxiety, a long poem subtitled “A Baroque Eclogue”. In a nutshell, four strangers meet in a bar on Third Avenue in Manhattan, on All Souls’ Night, so it’s even seasonal, in the middle of a
S.S. Van Dine was the pen name of Willard Huntington Wright (1888–1939), an art critic, editor, and novelist from the US who created Philo Vance, apparently one of the defining amateur detectives of the Golden Age of detective fiction. The Vance series ran to twelve
This is the third collection I read from these charming little light-blue books with the golden pages, and they’re uneven at best. Once again, as such, I have mixed feelings about this collection and I’ll have to proceed scientifically to give a rating, so here
In 1947, British-American poet W.H. Auden published The Age of Anxiety, a long poem subtitled “A Baroque Eclogue”. In a nutshell, four strangers meet in a bar on Third Avenue in Manhattan, on All Souls’ Night, so it’s even seasonal, in the middle of a
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utente anonimo
Posted at 17:36h, 06 Mayvergogna! infierire così su un povero committente pubblico…
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Shelidon
Posted at 19:18h, 06 MayDici?