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“Any one thinking of the Holy Child as born in December would mean by it exactly what we mean by it; that Christ is not merely a summer sun of the prosperous but a winter fire for the unfortunate.” - G. K. Chesterton, The Streets of the City, The New Jerusalem

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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 It is the Height of the Season, at last!

Hello, sir! Hello, madame! Good morning, my friend, reader of the present post! Happy December, and it is a happy moment, as I can now say in full force the beautiful Merry Christmas sentence! How are you, today? How is the weather? I am okay, yesterday was pretty bad, though. Ah... just tech issues, you know? I felt I lost most of my day wrestling against Sims 3, and I lost this round. I uninstalled and reinstalled the game multiple times and the results were worse and worse, until I lost all my patience. The future for this game in my life is uncertain, though I never fully discard something with a declaration. It has been a particularly rough season for this now zombie franchise. The old friendly ghost of the seas disappeared, and with him, the whole of supply of Sims 4, the door for this one game now for me is positively shut, not that I wanted it open anyway, that game is mediocre and aggravating. Sims 3 is so much better, and yet, I am taking, unoficially, a break from it. A brea...

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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