"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.
It’s unfortunate that I’m coming to this after the very unsatisfactory collection of “fantasy” stories (Asimov never wrote fantasy: he wrote satire), because this was another disappointment. The book is half short stories and half non-fiction, for random reasons, and the non-fiction half is random writings
I’m not crying: a piece of some murdering bot must have gotten in my eye. Rogue Protocol is the third novella in the Murderbot Diaries, and deals with the titular character going deep undercover to figure out what happened in the “mining incident” that was
The sun had set. The great shadows came striding over the forest. In the weird twilight of a late summer day, I saw the path ahead glide on among the mighty trees and disappear. And I shuddered and glanced fearfully over my shoulder. Miles behind
It’s unfortunate that I’m coming to this after the very unsatisfactory collection of “fantasy” stories (Asimov never wrote fantasy: he wrote satire), because this was another disappointment. The book is half short stories and half non-fiction, for random reasons, and the non-fiction half is random writings
I’m not crying: a piece of some murdering bot must have gotten in my eye. Rogue Protocol is the third novella in the Murderbot Diaries, and deals with the titular character going deep undercover to figure out what happened in the “mining incident” that was
The sun had set. The great shadows came striding over the forest. In the weird twilight of a late summer day, I saw the path ahead glide on among the mighty trees and disappear. And I shuddered and glanced fearfully over my shoulder. Miles behind
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 [..]