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The INNOMINATO


PRESENTATION AND DESCRIPTION OF PHYSICS
Later the advances of Don Rodrigo, the presentation of the Unnamed is the cap. XIX: "... a terrible man. We can no longer say he's neither the name nor the name or title, and even a guess on any of this. [...] A man who, being of 'first among the big city, he established his residence in a country located on the border, and there, making sure to force crimes, held at all the reviews, the courts, the judges , sovereignty, led a life quite independent of forusciti fence, foruscito time too, then returned as if nothing had happened [...]. Do what was prohibited by law, or prevented by a any force, be judge, master in the affairs of others, certainly interesting that the taste of command, to be feared by all, he had his hand from those who were used to it by others, and these were at any time the principal passion of this man .... "
psychological portrait
The Nameless is one of the most psychologically complex and interesting figures of the novel. Figure historically existed, but receives from Manzoni artistic reworking of an autonomous life and an inner coherent and complete. The drama of the Unnamed it runs throughout the interior of his spirit, and was followed in its beginning and its development, with a keen eye and inquisitive, which moves through the maze of the soul. The character of the representation made by the author, do not turn from the beginning, as the evil despicable and repugnant, that very large collection that fear causes the crowd to make way respectfully as he passed, inspires awe rather than disgust. It preserves, in its position of "rebel", something regal and majestic, like someone who has created, even on conditions of violence, its own law, and reached through the immunity produced by the force, its own freedom. The man who is free from restrictions, courageously defends an extreme case even unjust, always arouses a feeling that if you can not call admiration, he very similar. The Nameless is great even worse, than a lot of the little tyrants of the evil race of Don Rodrigo. Only in a similar spirit, untied to any compromise, unable to middle ground, an internal crisis can lead to a radical transformation: he is fully an individual. When he makes his entrance in the novel, this crisis has already begun, and is still unconscious in the form that have long felt for her life, full of innumerable iniquities committed only: anxiety, disgust, discomfort, which will gradually popular consciousness during the night. The crisis touches the depths of despair, but the thought of the afterlife, the thought of God ("And ... if there is this other life ...! "), and more to Lucia's words (" God forgives so much for a work of mercy! "), determine its resolution. That dell'Innominato is therefore not only a crisis of mere sentiment, but also a crisis of thought, a logical crisis. Some critics, citing an article in the Council of Trent, which noted that the commencement of the ordinary man is justified by the fear of hell, "say that the 'Unnamed had converted out of fear of punishment, but other more probably argue that he converted out of fear of a trial before the Lord, not for fear of sentence which follows this opinion. It is always the idea of \u200b\u200bGod, the eternal Judge ("I am, however), which troubles his mind.

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Let me love you ...
shouted the header of that request, damn you! An anonymous
Tuesday, still remember it. The header of
never reported:

From Alex, Nothing, Mar 27 / 4 18:55, Annex.

It was not the usual email, there were the usual demands trivial, not the usual standard font.
A text page from the elegant and frivolous smile flashing in front of him.

"Gattaccia Hello, I read your message with passion and I found it exhilarating.
For a moment I believed that the sky and the sea to unite, that two unrelated beings in their nature, fit.
I thought it was nice to return the heart to beat and it's nice to do it when you feel ready, when the memories that had stopped by now turned into a pleasant summer breeze.
Your eyes remind me of the free flight of the gulls, sharp and true. Your nose
the softness of the rocks carved by rivers.
But it is the aspect that struck me, if I had seen these features in other words, of course, I would not have responded. The echo of melancholy
spring, enclosed in your words, it took me by the hand and now I'm here you write images to read the words of a perfect stranger, like you ready to experience the spring and summer embarked on.
My name is Alex, I live and work in a small town near the lake, I love sunsets scrutinized from the shores of my lake, I love the caress of the evening and take two dream with my eyes that truly immerse you in this beautiful dream ". The black Gattaccia

paused, stared, they were shiny, restored to the beginning of the mail and began reading.
hardly believe his eyes, he could have written those words, perhaps there was less melancholy, more lightness of being, but is recognized in all, it was recognized in the dream.
Chopin with his reinterpretation of the night accompanied the royal text. One, two, twenty times.
In the end, to accept the evidence, click with the mouse button - answer - never would have thought to stay for an hour to think.
ideas ran fast in his mind, thoughts exploded and then imploded again and become a dream in the air in hope.


"Tender Alex, my dream is to love. I would like to see someone
for hours in her eyes, breathing his breath to nourish ourselves with his words but the world is sterile, the common people are afraid to look in your eyes, ordinary people in an arid desert and stringy, ordinary people steal your soul.
Only an angel, an angel with wings ink, black ink, such as with so before you type in this impenetrable video I wrote for you, it can save me.
guess I listen to a piano that champagne, I imagine a ballroom, a great room, shiny and fragrant perfume of emotions, images of flowers, white roses, I imagine that suddenly burst into a caress my loneliness, I see only a man, a man like many others, has feathered wings as I thought.
Wings, sacrifice for wanting to look for love in this world. Angelo
my hug, look into my eyes, inebriate of your perfume, feed me from your lips ...
This is what I would say to that angel, that's what I would like to happen when I meet him, it is with this dream close my eyes and dying.
Why, in this world if you can not have happiness, it's nice, at least, to dream.
Dear Alex, I know I have you scared, shocked, sexually assaulted with my dreams, but I want to be honest, I am this, and I want to dream, but I'm tired of it by myself, I dream of my life with someone like me. I want to wake the
morning burst of happiness and looking at my smiling angel in her sleep, I want to acknowledge his feet just before it enters the house, I trust blindly, I give my heart, I want the breaking wave in a warm embrace enfold us, I want to grow old with the desire to caress her hand more soft.
'm mad, I know, but life is crazy, some said - life is a thrill of flying away, it's all a balance ... above the crowd - here's what I want, balance above the madness. ".

While Gattaccia concluded the mail, looked at his picture, smiled.
Time had marked his face, his smile framed by wrinkles appeared a frame ever more precious, more and more rich.
closed his laptop, the embrace tired and allowed himself to the attentions of Morpheus.

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and who remembered him most. I know the past 100 years. The handle is my

The previous post, brilliant as useless, and a typing test on your handheld.
could have gone better but a lot worse.
Anyway, here I am resurrecting this body that years ago there was so dear. Maybe I need to vent, I am period.
What say you, co-signers?

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Now that's' Life!

A general good evening to my readers from the land of tulips.

I apologize for the long absence, I even passed a month, but everything has remained unchanged for a long time so that last post was not worth the trouble to write something.
Even now that things have not changed. Fortunately I can still say that in that situation of "anything goes", but, of course, something has changed.
E 'Spring has come!


The advantage of a particularly harsh winter long and it is this: do you think spring really a godsend. It 's wonderful to be daily witnesses to the gradual change in the nature ... meadows become a deeper green, the first leaves appear and the first buds on the branches of trees, and these then loads of white flowers, yellow, pink, and of all colors, are transformed into small works of art, the daffodils on the sides of the channels, the new-born lambs that graze the fields ( lammetjes ), the ducks that splash and then just the beauty of the sun shining in the sky and warms the skin. How I had missed the sun! Now every spare moment has become an opportunity to go and sit a bit 'in the garden, the hours of the hole in school break for a cup of tea in the afternoon.
How nice then ride a bike! With the cool breeze that softens the sun's heat, and see the Dutch of all ages intent on activities to be carried out in the open air with a smile 32 teeth, gardening, cycling, running, walking the dog, or just lazing under the sun while sipping a cup of coffee.
Now that's' Life!

Goodbye!