I was back with the books, the pages fly, and the words are stuck in memory, scrollarsele better off before they fall into the usual pits of oblivion.
On the other hand, is infinitely better than the pages read and written latitino slide, the effect is much less damaging to the ecosystem.
Now: Dusk a writer, Francis Scott Fitzgerald. It 's a book that brings together stories, articles and essays, therefore, extremely difficult to review, even at times tiring, but overall very, very teacher. I've dabbled in the twenties through stories that are deposited automatically into the atmosphere without being childish drawings breeches, like when you read Montalbano and there you can leave the face of Zingaretti, I had fun with the stories about attempted save the first money earned from writing, I learned something about American universities over the house of a writer and his thoughts. Then I read
Viva Italy Cazzullo Aldo, who rebels against this constant rewriting and typically Italian history, which transforms the Risorgimento and the Resistance in time to be ashamed of, piling bulk passively who pursued only their own survival or self-interest with those who have made a choice that transcended their own private interest, often with the only natural choice possible. At the end of the book I reflected on the question that often arises: what would we do we?
I do not know, it's too easy to pretend to be heroes in the abstract, but I knew people whose whole life could have replied: I have done and am doing other things, what I've always believed right for everyone, in my risk and it is a great honor to have met them.
On the other hand, is infinitely better than the pages read and written latitino slide, the effect is much less damaging to the ecosystem.
Now: Dusk a writer, Francis Scott Fitzgerald. It 's a book that brings together stories, articles and essays, therefore, extremely difficult to review, even at times tiring, but overall very, very teacher. I've dabbled in the twenties through stories that are deposited automatically into the atmosphere without being childish drawings breeches, like when you read Montalbano and there you can leave the face of Zingaretti, I had fun with the stories about attempted save the first money earned from writing, I learned something about American universities over the house of a writer and his thoughts. Then I read
Viva Italy Cazzullo Aldo, who rebels against this constant rewriting and typically Italian history, which transforms the Risorgimento and the Resistance in time to be ashamed of, piling bulk passively who pursued only their own survival or self-interest with those who have made a choice that transcended their own private interest, often with the only natural choice possible. At the end of the book I reflected on the question that often arises: what would we do we?
I do not know, it's too easy to pretend to be heroes in the abstract, but I knew people whose whole life could have replied: I have done and am doing other things, what I've always believed right for everyone, in my risk and it is a great honor to have met them.
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