are several people who ask me the reason for not updating the blog. The answer to the question is vague, inaccurate, not update it from time to time I need to get carried away, leave me. There are periods of the year I feel like doing nothing of immediate benefit, be absolute and Epicurus unproductive, and surrender to the pure pleasure of reading. Read without thinking of a review or an article, read in any order, no ultimate purpose, without ceremony. So I made these last few weeks, rereading Ferdydurke , which had not been back long ago, for the pure pleasure of enjoying the contest by a literary form itself. I also read with pleasure the odd funny novel Tutu (Blackie Books), written by a certain Princess Sappho surely hides a French editor XIX. Leo restless at times the daily running of Werner Herzog published Blackie also Books, The conquest of the useless. rush, in short, that joyful series of readings that are not directed to nothing but themselves, books on their shelves waiting for months, waiting for his short time; books that work will not arise, but sensations. Some will say that reading should always be that, but it is true, I know that soon the body will ask me reading less dilettantes and mind again prompted me to take action. Not all read alike. Some read for pleasure, others for business, others for work. Here we read for free, disinterested, as part of a lifestyle. An existence where theory is at the core of understanding the world. But it is not necessary to be prepared always, sometimes you have to relax, upgrade parking and connect to run. There we go.
In reparation, sorry.
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