When at last, after having almost destroyed it by dint of knocking, the door was thrown open, everyone in the inn - with their throats still warm from singing and mugs in hand - stood still, staring at the newcomer as if he had fallen from the sky. "Do you have any good wine?" he shouted at that
He asked Marco Kublai: - You who explore around and see the signs, will be able to tell me towards which future the favorable winds push us. - For these ports I would not know how to trace the route on the map or fix the date of landing. Sometimes a glimpse that opens in the middle is enough for me
"Voici la preuve, s'il en fallait, de la difficulté de faire passer le message de la tolérance, surtout chez ceux qui sont victimes de intolérance!" Beonoît Duteurtre, Gaieté parisienne, Gallimard, Collection Folio, 1998, p. 155.
Philology is that honorable art that demands one thing from its lover above all, to stand aside, to leave time, to become silent, to become slow, being an art and a skill as a goldsmith of the word, which must perform a very fine careful work and achieves nothing. if it doesn't reach it slow. But just for
Traveling by bus is like embarking on a path of thought. I observe the city and look for its constant elements, its layers, its structures. The city is made as if by superimposing glossy sheets on an overhead projector. The drawings of the subsequent sheets hide more or less large parts of those
I remember very well who was the first person I saw as soon as I entered the club: it was Don Calogero Meta lying on a sofa near the wardrobe. Further on, Don Ignazio and Don Graziano were preparing some paint to paint his face red, like the socialists whom he so hated. But
I find that there are obvious parallels between cultures based on orality and the society that is being created through the widespread and massive use of web 2.0. In the world of orality, the library is memory. Any past event that deserves to be remembered is accessible only through the memory of
Since yesterday morning, some advertising billboards for a brand of coffee 'with a royal name' have been visible in the Milan metro stations. It is easy to imagine how much this onomastic nobility is highlighted: graphics and slogans designed on purpose, but with rather tacky results. In fact, the slogan is “really good” with
They had already made him spend an entire morning to set up all those tables, finish the shopping and make a hundred thousand phone calls, when Michele Scogliamiglio let him know that yes, at the provincial congress, the Ronconi boys would also bring his candidacy for the secretariat of the youth of the party, but which, however,
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