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(4.11) | None | At precisely nine o'clock, as he did every evening, Don Sebastiano Sanna Carboni pushed back his armchair, carefully folded the newspaper which he had read to the very last line, tidied up the little things on his desk, and prepared to go down to the ground floor... Around the turn of the twentieth century, in the isolated Sardinian town of Nuoro, the aristocratic notary Don Sebastiano Sanna reflects on his life, his family's history and the fortunes of this provincial backwater where he has lived out his days.… (more) |
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Information from the Italian Common Knowledge. Edit to localize it to your language. Don Sebastano Sanna Carboni, alle nove in punto, come tutte le sere, spinse indietro la poltrona, piegò accuratamente il giornale che aveva letto fino all'ultima riga, riassettò le piccole cose sulla scrivania, e si apprestò a scendere al piano terreno...  | |
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Information from the Italian Common Knowledge. Edit to localize it to your language. Come in una di quelle assurde processioni del paradiso dantesco sfilano in teorie interminabili, ma senza cori e candelabri, gli uomini della mia gente. Tutti si rivolgono a me, tutti vogliono deporre nelle mie mani il fardello della loro vita, la storia senza storia del loro essere stati... E forse mentre penso la loro vita, mi sentono come un ridicolo dio, che li ha chiamati a raccolta nel giorno del giudizio, per liberarli in eterno dalla loro memoria. A pensarci bene, Dio è fatto per il singolo individuo che ripone in lui la speranza, non per l'intera umanità, con le sue leggi, la sua organizzazione, la sua forza. L'umanità è il demonio che Dio non riesce a distruggere. | |
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Information from the Italian Common Knowledge. Edit to localize it to your language. Per conoscersi bisogna svolgere la propria vita fino in fondo, fino al momento in cui si cala nella fossa. E anche allora bisogna che ci sia uno che ti raccolga, ti risusciti, ti racconti a te stesso e agli altri come in un giudizio finale. È quello che ho fatto io in questi anni, che vorrei non aver fatto e continuerò a fare perché ormai non si tratta dell'altrui destino ma del mio. (Click to show. Warning: May contain spoilers.) | |
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▾Book descriptions At precisely nine o'clock, as he did every evening, Don Sebastiano Sanna Carboni pushed back his armchair, carefully folded the newspaper which he had read to the very last line, tidied up the little things on his desk, and prepared to go down to the ground floor... Around the turn of the twentieth century, in the isolated Sardinian town of Nuoro, the aristocratic notary Don Sebastiano Sanna reflects on his life, his family's history and the fortunes of this provincial backwater where he has lived out his days. ▾Library descriptions No library descriptions found. ▾LibraryThing members' description |
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