Then there was the terror; the overwhelming incapacity, one's parents giving it into one's hands, this life, to be lived to the end, to be walked with serenely;

“It was a miserable machine, an inefficient machine, she thought, the human appa…”

“And now more than anything I want beautiful prose. I relish it more and more ex…”

“Che fantasmagoria è mai il nostro spirito, luogo di convegno di tante cose diss…”

“Asa, intr-o zi de vara valurile se aduna, se inalta, cumpanindu-se, si cad; se …”