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Quote of the moment Vol.2

“We have had no good comic operas of late, because the real world has been more comic than any possible opera.” – Illustrated London News, Jan. 17, 1931 G. K. Chesterton

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"I am the last monarch of the old world. As Emperor, it is my duty to protect my peoples from their politicians" -Franz Joseph, Emperor of Austria-Hungary

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In Which my Grandpa used to Write and to Research

Good morning, kind sir and amicable lady, friendly readers of this present publication! Do tell me how are you all doing, and I am happy to see you! As for me, I am tired, and had a week of busy moments that left me tired, and some lonesome times as well. I was going to write some days before, but I was on such horrible mood that I could not help but to lament over the unfortunate circumstance that was ailing me. Today, though tired, I am okay. Waking up from a reasonable night of sleep. I think my mood was mostly restored thanks to the medicines I take for the humors. It is sad I rely on them, but otherwise I am subjected to mood turbulence, and I weep and get a massive headache as result. I thought that it was before causes by my face contortion when I weep, but now I am more inclined to believe it is because I don't breathe well when weeping. Such difficulty can cause me to be a bit out of sorts and thus being with a head pain. Lack of oxigen perhaps. When I think about a book i...
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The Adventures of Mr. D'Onofrio and his suitcase with 700 socks! Prologue

Prologue:

Zachary D’onofrio, or to be more formal, Mr. D’onofrio, was quite a figure, always caught the attention of people with his fancy outfit. Coming from faraway lands, walking diligently through the road, he wore a bluish tophat with pride, as it was one of his very prized possessions; the other ones were in his yellow suitcase that he always had with him: those were his precious socks, his dear friends, his collector items. He’d travel unspeakable distances just to add more socks to his impressive collection, the rarer, the better, he accepted only the most exotic ones. He was always distant from home, he didn’t care how long he’d have to travel, everything for his passion: collecting socks, paying tribute to that part of our clothes that we so shamefully neglect, and by doing so paying a tribute to his idol.

He was frequently by himself, it were lonely journeys, the ones of Mr. D’onofrio, but the truth was he actually preferred that, always lost in his sock world. He was never tired, or at least never complained about it, he was a resilient fellow, Mr. D’onofrio, in spite of the fact of being as thin as a stick. He needed to be resilient and to resist, so he could pay a tribute to his idol, and collect socks.

This is our friend in common: Zach D’onofrio. Fascinating human being, calm, determined, patient and thoughtful. Going to catch his new socks in a distant world, this is his story, his adventure. And so it begins, and so it goes.


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