“Oh, I can’t explain. When I like people immensely, I never tell their names to any one. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it. When I leave town now I never tell my people where I am going. If I did, I would lose all my pleasure. It is a silly habit, I dare say, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance into one’s life. I suppose you think me awfully foolish about it?” ….
Per chi ha scritto quel messaggio su uno dei libri che ogni tanto guardo nel mio altrove.
uuuuuu…bizzzz!!!!!!nn ho usato il vocabolario…!mi stupisco…… O.O eheh…
bello il messaggio..!c sta a pieno a cm sto oggi…
via vado a latineggiare…!
ciauuuuuuuuuuuuu
chiarina
(…) You are an extraordinary fellow. You never say a moral thing, and you never do a wrong thing. Your cynicism is simply a pose.”
Dovresti farlo leggere alla mi cugina questo post!!!
Lo so…non c’entra nulla col post…ma ho la foto!