"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."
Tra un’ora e mezza sarò a trascinarmi sotto il sole di Milano per andare ad infilarmi in un’aula bollente a dare (per la diciannovesima volta) l’esame più ostico dell’intero corso di laurea, con il più famigerato professore dell’intero polo universitario. Pensatemi.
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),
10 Comments
heraclitus
Posted at 14:17h, 18 Julyormai sarai già andata… in bocca al lupo. ;-)
Shelidon
Posted at 16:56h, 18 JulySono già anche tornata. L’esame di statica è sempre un’esperienza surreale, peccato non avere tempo di parlarne ora. Me lo appunto tra i post da fare venerdì (rabbrividiamo).
ragno62
Posted at 19:25h, 18 Julyspero sia andato bene
heraclitus
Posted at 14:53h, 19 Julycurioso delle surrealtà universitarie…
coaloalab
Posted at 16:19h, 19 JulyChérie, passa a trovarmi.
La vodka fredda è sempre lì ad aspettarti!
Che freddo!
contenebbia
Posted at 17:04h, 19 JulyAttendiam trepidanti il post rivelatore, allora, my dear.
venturo
Posted at 17:16h, 19 JulyAh come ti capisco…in bocca ai lupi! (‘che all’università ce ne sono tanti).
Shelidon
Posted at 19:34h, 19 JulyScusate se vi ho fatto attendere. Sono un po’ cotta… mi sa che tra poco vado a dormire.
Shelidon
Posted at 07:20h, 02 AugustFletto i muscoli e sono architetto
[..] Ovvero, per laurearsi occorre avere poteri cosmici e anche qualcosa in più. Era una notte buia e tempestosa e avevo promesso a Lui che l’avrei accompagnato al concerto dei (altra storia) così, a una tavola dall’agognato traguardo di ter [..]
Shelidon
Posted at 07:20h, 02 AugustFletto i muscoli e sono architetto
[..] Ovvero, per laurearsi occorre avere poteri cosmici e anche qualcosa in più. Era una notte buia e tempestosa e avevo promesso a Lui che l’avrei accompagnato al concerto dei (altra storia) così, a una tavola dall’agognato traguardo di ter [..]