"hello gigi, what do we know Martin Eden?"
this is a formula that I use often, it's my accezio it's open source. I could go on the internet, click a bit 'and I would have the answers, but I trust those I know, I know how they think, as I think I know why I respond in one way rather than another ... So I call and I invent a first person plural: "What do we know?" as if something allows me to build, or rather to draw on a kind of collective knowledge, common. gigi knows, I think, is accustomed to these my questions out of nowhere. also know that we think differently about almost everything, we know that tastes differ, but answered every time. I know he plays with me often contrarian, that just to tease me also says things I do not think, but I trust, however.
"great novel, a beautiful book and great author. But why?"
"is the name of a library, home to the second stage of this"
"He Knew At the instant, he Ceased to know è il finale del libro, se fossi io il libraio stamperei questa frase sulla carta del negozio..."
forse dovrei dirglielo a david, in fondo è una buona dritta.
la libreria martin eden è un gran bel posto, entrata in salita, spazi grandi, grande silenzio, libri disposti ordinatamente negli scaffali, un angolo per i bambini, poltroncine per i grandi, un invito a prendersi tempo.
"la giallistica mi sta esplodendo, dice david, non so più dove metterla, dovrò fargli altro spazio. e poi la filosofia, non mi aspettavo che avrei avuto tante richieste di libri di filosofia..." la cosa mi incuriosisce e vorrei ask more questions, but I'm happy to enjoy this combination: yellow and philosophy. I find myself asking the connections, and it occurs to me that in fact the philosophers from whom I learned something, right, they were also great readers of thrillers.
yes, there are links.
leave it there and take a look around.
the back door of the library is a large glass door opens onto a road that goes up and gives, in particular, on entry of a hair salon. so taking the time to choose the books, taking a taste of that atmosphere, reading by Martin Eden you can peek through the window and see a whole other world, imagine the chatter, the noise of the dryer, the background of a possible music.
this and maybe I should give him a straight, david, have a little piece of "books for the hairdresser," things smaller, faster, a small invitation to read for those who, a few yards away, he went to settle a little 'head.
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