What then, finally, I say I say, but give this examination of Italian literature was almost a pleasure. Because I spent many days in the company of interesting people, people who in one way or another will still be remembered for his ideas for his writing, for his way of thinking. It is not a trifle, to be remembered for his way of thinking. What then did you Dante reeds and a series of unimaginable mental journeys, that's another history. And I am firmly convinced. But to recognize that I have had really dug the original, as recognized in Francis have been able to tell just how a state plagued with this love he chased on all sides, and he could not go even in the most secluded that zac ! came the breeze of the aura (the aura = Laura, brilliant ..) to remind her, and he was sick and did not know how.
Then there's that other one, that Nicholas who blame all the way to say "the end justifies the means." Well, not true at all .. Nicholas had it a moral, and he was firmly convinced it was right to stand by them. With the sole exception that if a prince really wanted to secure control of his state, had to learn to be a coup and even a lion , because with the nice words and nice Musino facade would not have come so far . Acceptable or not this is political thought, political thought is still with the most sensitive. In short, there were people in our Italy centuries ago, that really c'aveva the so-called balls. Nay, the balls, I put here the most well capitalized.
And I'm also thinking Thomas, who became 27 years in prison just because he was preaching justice and equality among men. Just because there was conformity to the religious and political despotism, and the Counter with its Inquisition and the Index of prohibited books were things to spit on. Okay that'll tell you, that is a witch and then, with my hair in my blacks and, I would be the first to be burned at the stake. But hell, 27 years in jail without having killed anyone, without molesting a child, without being a mafia boss, without having sent down the drain the life savings of people who have invested in Parmalat. It is almost funny when you consider that our criminals are not in a single day.
And then I Ettore in mind, he preferred to be called Italy, and gave us some of the finest figures in the history of inept. Confessions of Zeno I've already read three times and I would be ready to start again too soon. Why in the bewilderment of the characters in Italy there is the loss of our society today ..
and the One Hundred Thousand and None of Louis and there are one hundred thousand people living in and neither one of us.
There is awareness that you have in front of a reality that does not grab anything, that bad to live of Eugenio that, man, in those sharp shards of bottle on a wall has contained the whole contains. And maybe even more.
I would walk to the bitter end, not to forget those who have experienced war on the skin, who spoke of partisans, as Caesar and Beppe .. Who said anything about Auschwitz, as Prime .
I discovered (in my infinite ignorance) that Caesar took his life Aug. 26, 1950, the same day that came out "The Moon and the Bonfire. "It was the height of his literary fame and worldly. But he was alone in the hotel Roma in Turin. All of them said that the main cause was his love for a beautiful and ambitious actress, but a little ' wrong. They were wrong because in his diary, "The business of living" were the words of a depth first: "There kills himself for love of a woman. There is killed because a love, any love , reveals to us in our nakedness, poverty, helplessness, nothing. .
I have bored, I know. Just wanted to share a number of thoughts that, in these weeks of study, they crowded my mind. E 'than before, all taken from the limited time and agitation for the exam, I had not given them the right space. In the end I'm happy ..
- happy that I made some cane with Dante (which was called when, and who knows if it really existed .. do not even have his signature, as it was smoked has forgotten copyright)
- glad to have chatted under a laurel in the company of Francesco
- happy to have discussed politics and campaigned Nicholas
- glad I dreamed with Thomas a world of justice and respect
- glad to have rice of the oddities of Zeno Cosini
- happy that I looked in the mirror together with Luigi that made me doubt to be the eyes of others and no one hundred thousand (in fact I have a bit with Louis' fight, I remain firmly convinced Spippy that there is only one)
- happy that I point the finger at one of the sharp shards of bottle Eugenio
- happy to have run along with Milton, a partisan of a private matter
- glad I remembered what I told my grandparents about the Nazis
.. and finally happy that I felt a bit 'naked, a bit' and a bit miserable 'helpless before love.
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