"More than seven years were gone since this little history of sorrowful interest had reached its close.
She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time, but alas, alas, she must confess to herself that she was not wise yet.
She had used him ill. Deserted and disappointed him, and worse, she had shown a feebleness of character in doing so
which his own decided, confident temper could not endure.
She had given him up to oblige others.
She had been forced into prudence in her youth.
She learned romance as she grew older; the natural sequence to an unnatural beginning."
Persuasion, Jane Austen.

Tuesday, 11 March 2008

Alberi. Subito.

Perché in assenza di un qualsiasi tipo di pianta o altri oggetti in giardino, il cane si sente portato a fare i suoi bisognini sulla colonna del portico, o altri oggetti verticali dentro casa tipo gli stipiti delle porte.
E non posso dirgli nulla perché... effettivamente... non ha altro luogo.

M.
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