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"When I am dead
do not name me in relation to capital I will
be wageless & worthless & perfect."
–Brendan Joyce
Mi venne in mente la poesia che Nelson Mandela recitava a sé stesso durante gli anni trascorsi nel carcere del regime sudafricano. È di un poeta inglese, William Ernest Henley;
Gianrico Carofiglio • L'orizzonte della notte (Serie dell'avvocato Guido Guerrieri Vol. 3) (Italian Edition)
Grace Macaulay – in whose veins ran Essex rivers and Bible ink; in whose philosophy the devils of hell and the saints of Bethesda did battle with her reason and her nature – sat with her phone on the bare floor of a Hackney room and thought of Thomas Hart. Come home, he’d written, you wretched child, and I am wretched, she thought, and I think I’d
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