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Finally ... ARE BACK!

long and painful distance!
Oh I love that he secretly turned away!
Oh ...
* looks around and coughing off the spotlight on its stage black *
right along! Will you stop! But that public Tse ... mediocre. However
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As you see, after 3 weeks of long, painful separation from the internet, are officially back!
And much more! I bring you happy (ahaha you like it!) And joyous (but I have yet to hear? Away!) News!
The first to go soft on is that I am continuing my course JaPpe!
We concluded the hiragana, attended a wonderful lecture on the samurai and their spirituality ... E!
They came representatives of the martial arts school Yamarashi to let us see how the various battles fought with noble weapons (katana, etc.) against those of the populace. The
second one are the friendships: in these days in total reflection and solitude, I could see how many friendships have tightened in recent years and especially the new ones are always a major surprise!
So a big thanks to my joy of life felt Federica, but always close to my long Yuyu, at the tender Stefano, Vincenzo, my senpai, France, and in short all those who helped me ^ ^ And
latest news .. . Please suspense directed by * drumroll * a cat
HO !!!!! Shi
a real three-month kitten, sweet and cuddly name
Rouge ** 's still very scared and unwilling to be pampered by often, though I can not not look at it and think "Ammmmore"
Well, I am really in love ^ ^ Well then

soon e. ..

Sayounara! Mm

Faces and hearts barbarians gentlemen. Prosecutor Defence

As some of you know, my greatest literary love, in happy time when I wanted to read were books of adventure. And some time I decided to take up this masterpiece, despite the appearance much like a brick is a real dark chest of wonders.

Although often distressing and a load of terrible beauty, Moby Dick is a book by the richness and the charm of the whole, and opens the eyes of the reader to another world.

World existed, and that of whaling harpoons, now completely vanished. But still Today, in the eyes of the readers of the twenty-first century, Melville depicts him with ever new features that sometimes border on the visionary - evoking images incredibly powerful - and at times are so real that they can be touched with the fingers of the strong mind.

In this mix of topics ranging from pseudo-scientific treatises to incidents of daily life on the ocean, I particularly wanted to share with you one of those examples of friendship that make me such tenderness every time. And considering the confusion on "homosexuality" which now upsets the whole world, I wanted to reflect on the fact that this unique friendship flush with experience love between two men, but with affection and features really stand out, this is a kind of loving and tender relationship barely touched by the author, but equally powerful.

The two adorable stars of this bond are Ishmael, the hero of the book, and the harpooner Queequeg.

beginning of the book, Ishmael is in a peculiar state of mind which results in him the desire to try and embark on a whole new experience, hunting balene.In waiting to reach Nantucket , the small island in Massachusetts from which you then embark on the famous Pequod, Ishmael must find a the nearby town of New Bedford. Unfortunately for him, the only inn in which he manages to find a place to rest is already full and the owner offered him a bed on condition that the shares with a ramponiere.Ishmael is assailed by doubts and fears, even powered by sadistic host with horrific descriptions of the harpooner cannibal, but after a while 'stirring, Ishmael is calm and the two men sleep peacefully in the same bed. The beauty begins the next morning with one of the funniest passages of my literary experience.

woke up the next morning at dawn, I found Queequeg I had thrown an arm on him as

more affectionate and tender. One might think that I was his wife. The blanket was a mosaic, full of funny little pictures and

triangles of many colors, and that his arm tattooed with the design of an endless labyrinth of Crete, where there were

two pieces of the same tone (this was due, I believe, the fact that when he was at sea exposed the arm without

method in the sun and shade, with sleeves rolled up hours and hours very little), that his arm, I say, looked accurate

to a strip of the colorful quilt. Indeed, since arm rests in part on the deck when I opened the

eyes, I could just make out, the mingled colors, and just because he felt the weight and pressure

perceived that kept me Queequeg embraced .

[...]

But finally all the events of last night reverting quietly, one by one, in a specific reality, and then felt

only the comic side of quell'impiccio. Because the more I tried to shake up the arm and lift its

narrow bed, the more he fell asleep as she was strung, as if nothing could separate us but death.

So I tried to wake him, "Queequeg," but the only answer was a Ronfi. Rivoltai me, I felt my throat closed in

a horse collar, and suddenly I felt a little scratch. I throw the blanket on the one hand, and I see the ax

asleep next to the wild, like a child from the sharp little face. Look at this nuisance, I thought, to read in full

days at home with strangers, along with a cannibal and a hatchet of war. "Queequeg! For God's sake, Queequeg

wake up! "At last, by dint of twisting and clashes and protests over the impropriety of keeping embraced a male

married that way, I was able to elicit a grunt.

good start! Very funny XD But the onset of the relationship between the wild and the poor young man is, in fact, just the beginning.

The next day, the two perform different tasks, together or alone, to meet at night in shared room, where the system is harpooner provides his singular occupations rituals worshiping an idol named Yojo black. Perhaps this is the beginning of the unique friendship between Ishmael and Queequeg.

After that we started exchanging puffs from his pipe wild, passing regularly from one to another.

If charged brooded in his chest a few more ice of indifference towards me, this smoked

pleasant and friendly that we did the now disbanded and left us old friends. I became fond of, I think, in a natural and spontaneous

, just as I to him, and when the smoke was over, stuck to my forehead, hugged me to life, and said that

From that moment we were married: that is an expression of his country to say we were buddies, and if it was necessary

was ready to die for me. Now, a countryman, this sudden flame of affection seemed

too early, in short, very suspicious. But this naive wild those old rules did not apply at all.

After dinner, the 'marital idyll continues Queequeg invited to participate in the idolatry of Yojo Ishmael. And persuaded to do so with overwhelming logic of reasoning, the Christian humor him, and then go quiet and happy in bed with your new friend. And here is one of the steps melvilliani a poignant sweetness, very often throughout the novel.

Why do not you know, but there is no place better than a bed for the confidences between friends. Husband and wife, they say, is there

that you discover the depths of each other. And some old couples often if they are extended to the chatting

past almost until morning. So, that time, the honeymoon of our hearts, we stayed there and I stretched

Queequeg: just a couple sweet and loving.

We were in bed in this way, a little 'chat and a bit' dozing, with Queequeg at times

threw her legs over my dark, tattooed, so we felt free, fully relaxed and friends, when the

end of our conversation because what little sleep we still went away completely, and we wanted to

get up, although the dawn, again, was quite far away.

Queequeg at this point tells the story of his life. And after having compared the plans for the near future, the two decide to stay together.

He immediately decided to go with me to the island, board the same vessel, be put in the same quarter in the same boat and my own table, in short, to share all my luck . With both my hands in hers, she wanted to plunge boldly into any pot prepare us for this and the other world. And I accepted it all with joy, because apart from the affection now felt for Queequeg, he was an expert harpooner and as such could not fail very useful to someone like me, the dark mysteries of hunting, as a practical much of the sea from the point of view merchant.

After his story with the last puff of his pipe, Queequeg embraced me, pressed his forehead against mine, and

tumbling off the light via a first and a second, well soon we fell asleep.

the next few days, before embarking on the ship that will change their fate, other events happen just as cute and hilarious. And the mutual love of Ishmael and Queequeg continue until such time as will be broken by the cruel fate that I believe you all know.

Queequeg died in the great disaster that marked the end of Pequod and its captain, and only Ishmael lived to tell the tale. What you may not know is how he escaped.

the middle of the book, Ishmael tells of a deadly fever which Queequeg was sick to the point of brushes with death. Believing now already finished, the poor harpooner makes a request that will be in vain, because the fever will disappear after a few hours.

[...] A Nantucket had happened to see certain little canoes of dark wood, like the rich wood war of his native island, he knew and asking that all who died in Nantucket whalers were made in the black canoe. The idea of being buried in that way he liked it, because it was different from the customs of his own people who, after embalming a warrior, llo lay in his canoe and let the waves carry the stellar archipelagos, in fact, not only do they believe that the stars are islands, but that far beyond all visible horizons, their sweet immense seas from mixing with blue skies, and so form the white breakers of the milky way.

the coffin will be unused to save the life of Ishmael, in the tragic conclusion of this long hunting is, in my opinion, the most sensitive sign of affection is absolutely unique in the history of literature.

Thanks for your attention. :)

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