Martin Dysart:
She sits and knits things for orphans in some home she works with and I sit opposite turning over the pages of books on mythical Greece. Mentally we're in different parts of the world. She's forever in some drizzly chapel of her own inheriting and I'm in some Doric temple, clouds tearing through the pillars, eagles baring prophecies out of the sky. She finds all that repulsive. All of my wife has ever taken from the Mediterranean, from that whole vast intuitive culture, are four bottles of Chianti to make into lamps and two china condiment donkeys labeled Sally and Pepe.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:11