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Posted by: Rossella Porro
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On no morning of his life had he ever been in good spirits nor done any good before midday, nor ever had a happy idea, nor devised any pleasure for himself or others. By degrees during the afternoon he warmed and became alive, and only towards evening, on his good days, was he productive, active and, sometimes, aglow with joy. With this was bound up his need for loneliness and independence. There was never a man with a deeper and more passionate craving for independence than he. In his youth when he was poor and had difficulty in earning his bread, he preferred to go hungry and in torn clothes rather than endanger his narrow limit of independence. He never sold himself for money or an easy life or to women or to those in power; and had thrown away a hundred times what in the world's eyes was his advantage and happiness in order to safeguard his liberty. [...] In the beginning his dream and his happiness, in the end it was his bitter fate. The man of power is ruined by power, the man of money by money, the submissive man by subservience, the pleasure seeker by pleasure. He achieved his aim. He was ever more independent. He took orders from no man and ordered his ways to suit no man. Independently and alone, he decided what to do and to leave undone. For every strong man attains to that which a genuine impulse bids him seek. But in the midst of the freedom he had attained Harry suddenly became aware that his freedom was a death and that he stood alone.
from the book "" by Hermann Hesse
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    Posted by: Andrew Ricooked
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    While a voice says: it's closing time, the customers are kindly invited to exit. The lights are wound down, she exits. The city is grey outside, the public square is empty, the church armored from a gate, you cannot sit down anymore on the steps, God perhaps goes around with a bulletproof vest, Alice thinks. And she thinks that maybe this evening she will have to sleep to the station, she will not be able to resist that cold, she will not be able to go ahead, but you speak about courage and grit and dignity to me, I'm only a meter and sixty-two for forty-seven kilos, how can I andle the squeak of the world and the shouts of the dead men and the false rock and the chill and the hunger, the oyster eaters and the benevolent dealers...
    I have not made the '68 the '77' one and maybe I will not even make the 2008.
    I need an angel.
    Otherwise, I do not know how to do.
    from the book "" by Stefano Benni
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