"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."

S.S.P.L.

Salviamo il Conte da se stesso.

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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 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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7 Comments
  • contenebbia
    Posted at 19:40h, 25 March Reply

    Voglio le spille! Sei un genio!

  • Damiani
    Posted at 11:33h, 26 March Reply

    Shelidon non c’è niente da fare sei eccezionale!!!!

    devo assolutamente implementarlo nel template!!

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 13:17h, 26 March Reply

    Lieta che appreziate: quando facciamo partire il reclutamento? *__^

  • HowlingWolf
    Posted at 16:02h, 26 March Reply

    non vorrei sembrare tonto, ma cosa sono i “pucciosi languori”?

    (magari se lo so mi viene voglia di sopprimerli)

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 18:09h, 26 March Reply

    Così scriveva il Conte:

    «se doveste vedere nei prossimi giorni una perniciosissima propensione del Conte a pucciosi languori, se, Dio non voglia, doveste notare un esubero di poesie (di sicuro buon gusto, perché mica son rincoglionito fino a questo punto) da scapigliato in andropausa, vi autorizzo- anzi vi prego- di risvegliarmi con un bello schiaffone dialettico.»

    Esempi di pucciosi languori si possono trovare qui.

  • Njord
    Posted at 08:26h, 27 March Reply

    ma nonsarà un’impresa disperata?

    ;-P)))

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 07:22h, 01 April Reply

    Nessuna impresa è troppo complicata per questi quattro scazz… ehm… per i prodi mutanti.

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