Ancora nel 1848, Henry David Thoreau era a malapena noto ai suoi concittadini di Concord, che al massimo lo apostrofavano come un tipo strambo che era andato a vivere in una casupola nei boschi di Walden, e che aveva passato una notte al fresco per essersi rifiutato di pagare la tassa elettorale pro capite. I più maligni addirittura, avevano sparso la voce che il presunto “trascendentalista”, giunto alla soglia dei trent’anni, si fosse rifugiato nei boschi solamente perché tra gli alberi il segnale televisivo giungeva con maggiore pulizia visiva rispetto al centro di Concord, dove sia Sky che Mediaset Premium faticavano a garantire una copertura soddisfacente.
Conscio di queste cattiverie, quando un mattino Thoreau aveva intravisto una lettera nella cassetta della posta, aveva pensato immediatamente al peggio: si trattava con quasi certezza del solito fastidioso cittadino che chiedeva il perché del trasferimento a Walden oppure, in seconda battuta, del solito fastidioso cittadino che voleva sapere per quale squadra della serie A simpatizzasse il cosiddetto “filosofo naturale”, amico di Emerson (non il Puma brasiliano ma Ralph Waldo ). Davvero aveva traslocato nella casupola solo per dedicarsi “agli studi che hanno più direttamente a che fare con questo pianeta”? Davvero Thoreau non sentiva il desiderio della compagnia degli amici, bastante a se stesso, al suo “essere niente”?
Difficile da credere, com’era difficile ignorare certe esplosioni vocali di gioia che parevano provenire dal bosco al sabato sera o alla domenica, casualmente in concomitanza con lo svolgimento del campionato di calcio.
La lettera invece era di Harrison Blake di Worcester, Massachusetts , un ammiratore dell’ancora sconosciuto “mistico”, il quale incitava Thoreau a iniziare una corrispondenza per aiutarlo ad innalzarsi “a una vita più vera e più pura”.
La soddisfazione di Henry David era stata grande: pur non ritenendosi niente, qualcuno gli aveva fatto capire che forse poteva essere qualcosa. Una volta aperta la busta, le poche righe scritte da Blake avevano confermato la sensazione positiva di poco prima. Finalmente qualcuno comprendeva il significato della sua scelta, his desire to separate from society, from the spell of the institutions, by custom, by conformism
... And the humility of the desperate spiritual distress, which ended with the disappointment felt "trembling on the brink" was the decisive drop to accept the idea of \u200b\u200bfriendship on paper, to put into practice immediately, or better after the game of the week.
Using the remote control to turn down the volume to zero as usual on television, in order not to lose the sounds of the forest that came out of the window ajar, Thoreau decided to Juventus-Lazio, fascinated by the potential of the sixteenth day of the meeting of the cartel .
time to sit down, and Giorgio Chiellini Juventus took the lead, then performing a repeated beat his fists on his chest designer Balocco, methodology of exultation that Henry David appeared as a fine quotation from when the man was still in the forests. Nice of the captain and Juventus do not forget about the Nature of a time, now that fur and tail were gone and the man standing could have fun hitting the ball with his head in anticipation of aggressive others like them.
central example of Livorno, Storari had also decided to launch into a tribute to nature, assuming a vine to cling to an imaginary space to fill in white, black and heavenly, but unfortunately in his upward flight he had forgotten to grab the ball with precision, in sharp blue eyes, and Gianluigi Buffon, in the stands, at least for a second thought: the first error in sixteen days, bad for Juve but at least the fans will remember that I exist. Zarate had the opportunity to equalize.
During breaks in play, Thoreau took over the letter he had written to the admirer of Worcester, dwelling on the "Aihm But, I tremble on the brink," that alone was worth all the insecurity of being human, and a number of things much more extensive shortage of indecent enclosed in the best words. What to say to Blake? something that would simplify the problem of life, leaving peace in God and things, pointing to the peaks. And while
divided into twenty-seven points, the answer began to arrive, ten seconds from 94 Momo Sissoko hit a low shot diagonal step than ever in his career. In five seconds the young Cavanda, unable to predict the unpredictable, it was just time to observe that cut past behind. Three, Milos Krasic darted like an arrow toward the door of Muslera to cross, or pull. When in doubt, on the edge of the end, Lazio goalkeeper smanacciava trembling with glove-like when a tennis racket want to give the effect, but in her door.
Conscio di queste cattiverie, quando un mattino Thoreau aveva intravisto una lettera nella cassetta della posta, aveva pensato immediatamente al peggio: si trattava con quasi certezza del solito fastidioso cittadino che chiedeva il perché del trasferimento a Walden oppure, in seconda battuta, del solito fastidioso cittadino che voleva sapere per quale squadra della serie A simpatizzasse il cosiddetto “filosofo naturale”, amico di Emerson (non il Puma brasiliano ma Ralph Waldo ). Davvero aveva traslocato nella casupola solo per dedicarsi “agli studi che hanno più direttamente a che fare con questo pianeta”? Davvero Thoreau non sentiva il desiderio della compagnia degli amici, bastante a se stesso, al suo “essere niente”?
Difficile da credere, com’era difficile ignorare certe esplosioni vocali di gioia che parevano provenire dal bosco al sabato sera o alla domenica, casualmente in concomitanza con lo svolgimento del campionato di calcio.
La lettera invece era di Harrison Blake di Worcester, Massachusetts , un ammiratore dell’ancora sconosciuto “mistico”, il quale incitava Thoreau a iniziare una corrispondenza per aiutarlo ad innalzarsi “a una vita più vera e più pura”.
La soddisfazione di Henry David era stata grande: pur non ritenendosi niente, qualcuno gli aveva fatto capire che forse poteva essere qualcosa. Una volta aperta la busta, le poche righe scritte da Blake avevano confermato la sensazione positiva di poco prima. Finalmente qualcuno comprendeva il significato della sua scelta, his desire to separate from society, from the spell of the institutions, by custom, by conformism
... And the humility of the desperate spiritual distress, which ended with the disappointment felt "trembling on the brink" was the decisive drop to accept the idea of \u200b\u200bfriendship on paper, to put into practice immediately, or better after the game of the week.
Using the remote control to turn down the volume to zero as usual on television, in order not to lose the sounds of the forest that came out of the window ajar, Thoreau decided to Juventus-Lazio, fascinated by the potential of the sixteenth day of the meeting of the cartel .
time to sit down, and Giorgio Chiellini Juventus took the lead, then performing a repeated beat his fists on his chest designer Balocco, methodology of exultation that Henry David appeared as a fine quotation from when the man was still in the forests. Nice of the captain and Juventus do not forget about the Nature of a time, now that fur and tail were gone and the man standing could have fun hitting the ball with his head in anticipation of aggressive others like them.
central example of Livorno, Storari had also decided to launch into a tribute to nature, assuming a vine to cling to an imaginary space to fill in white, black and heavenly, but unfortunately in his upward flight he had forgotten to grab the ball with precision, in sharp blue eyes, and Gianluigi Buffon, in the stands, at least for a second thought: the first error in sixteen days, bad for Juve but at least the fans will remember that I exist. Zarate had the opportunity to equalize.
During breaks in play, Thoreau took over the letter he had written to the admirer of Worcester, dwelling on the "Aihm But, I tremble on the brink," that alone was worth all the insecurity of being human, and a number of things much more extensive shortage of indecent enclosed in the best words. What to say to Blake? something that would simplify the problem of life, leaving peace in God and things, pointing to the peaks. And while
divided into twenty-seven points, the answer began to arrive, ten seconds from 94 Momo Sissoko hit a low shot diagonal step than ever in his career. In five seconds the young Cavanda, unable to predict the unpredictable, it was just time to observe that cut past behind. Three, Milos Krasic darted like an arrow toward the door of Muslera to cross, or pull. When in doubt, on the edge of the end, Lazio goalkeeper smanacciava trembling with glove-like when a tennis racket want to give the effect, but in her door.
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