and eat an orange instead of eating it all
already think to peel what I will eat later.
E 'a life of its own shit.
Flaiano He told the great (but who remembers him most?) Cockles of an old fisherman, who for seventy years had not done anything but that damn work immersed in freezing water up to their chests, fifty meters from the shore, wearing a military coat and a shapeless hat.
slept in a hut on the beach. Fished from dawn every morning at ten o'clock, and then ate a poor meal and is moving up in the evening, trying to sell the cockles. Who
, pitied him for that infamous life, he replied, not understanding, that was his job, was used and would have continued so until his last day.
Here. The distance between
un'appagata serenity and a desperate dissatisfaction is all in the excess of imagination.
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