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L'arte di essere fragili: Come Leopardi può salvarti la vita

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“Thousands on the roads, the abandoned railtracks, tonight, bums on the outside, libraries inside. It wasn't planned, at first. Each man had a book he wanted to remember, and did. Then, over a period of twenty years or so, we met each other, traveling, and got the loose network together and set out a plan. [...] We' re nothing more than dust jackets for books, of no significance otherwise. Some of us live in small towns. Chapter One of Thoreau's Walden in Green River, Chapter Two in Willow Farm, Maine. Why, there's one town in Maryland, only twenty-seven people, no bomb'll ever touch that town, is the complete essays of a man named Bertrand Russell. Pick up that town, almost, and flip the pages, so many pages to a person. And when the war's over, some day, some year, the books can be written again, the people will be called in, one by one, to recite what they know and we'll set it up in type until another Dark Age, when we might have to do the whole damn thing over again. But that's the wonderful thing about man; he never gets so discouraged or disgusted that he gives up doing it all over again, because he knows very well it is important and worth the doing.”

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“Le dico che non so se siano discorsi che convincono la gente a scendere dai cornicioni, ma che io alla sua età mi sentivo una merda in un corpo sbagliato e oggi invece mi sento un merda nel corpo giusto, a me pare già un miglioramento. Io mi sento una merda sbagliata in un corpo sbagliato, dice. Le dico che io adesso sono un'altra, ma il ragazzo che mi schifava prima di schifa anche ora. Allora non c'è speranza, dice lei. Forse no, dico. O forse sì. Ma nessuna di noi due lo scoprirà su un cornicione.”

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