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Da una parte essa gioca sul margine di indeterminazione sempre connesso alle dottrine dei costumi, dall'altro ha bisogno di eleggere una verità canonica in nome della quale poter giustificare i suoi interventi. La verità della censura non è una verità qualunque, una delle innumeri piccole verità locali attraverso cui si producono i saperi e si costruisce la loro storia: la verità della censura è la verità del potere, la verità che il potere di volta in volta promuove ed elegge per fondare la propria legittimazione e giustificare i propri interventi. Il censore non può agire che in nome di una verità, di un sapere sovrano-disciplinare assunto come vero."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anobii.com/books/Enciclopedia_Einaudi__Ateo-Ciclo/9788806100254/012c8faf1ff65f7bc7/" title="More about Enciclopedia Einaudi / Ateo-Ciclo"&gt;Enciclopedia Einaudi / Ateo-Ciclo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giulio Einaudi editore, Torino - 1977&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pag. 873&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catalogazione: libreria bianca in soggiorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-1881063942531840160?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/1881063942531840160/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-censura-e-il-modo-con-cui-il-potere.html#comment-form" title="2 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/1881063942531840160?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/1881063942531840160?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-censura-e-il-modo-con-cui-il-potere.html" title="la censura è il modo con cui il potere produce il sapere!" /><author><name>mariateresa &amp;amp; marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09371180525142679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/SSCGC5zqZTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IYkFn2VgDfo/S220/picasso.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cFRXs6cSp7ImA9WxFbFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-8899486588219921792</id><published>2010-07-09T09:26:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T09:36:54.519+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-09T09:36:54.519+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="classici antichi" /><title>ho visto cose che neanche voi immortali...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01ab3967e6efbb463b&amp;amp;time=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 202px;" src="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01ab3967e6efbb463b&amp;amp;time=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Attorno alla grotta cresceva una selva rigogliosa: c'erano l'ontano e il pioppo e il cipresso odoroso. Là avevano i loro nidi uccelli dalle lunghe ali, gufi e sparvieri e cornacchie marine loquaci, che amano vivere lungo le rive del mare. E qui si stendeva vigorosa con i suoi tralci intorno alla grotta profonda la vite domestica: era tutta carica di grappoli. Quattro fontane scorrevano con acqua chiara in fila, vicine l'una all'altra, e andavano in direzioni diverse. E all'ingiro fiorivano morbidi prati di viole e di prezzemolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Era uno spettacolo che anche un immortale, a giungere qui, avrebbe guardato con meraviglia e con viva gioia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omero: &lt;a href="http://www.anobii.com/books/Odissea/9788811580546/01ab3967e6efbb463b/" title="More about Odissea"&gt;Odissea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garzanti editore, Milano - 1981&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;traduzione di Giuseppe Tonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;introduzione di Fausto Codino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pagg. 63-64&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catalogazione: stamattina sono state le gatte a scegliere per me: hanno fatto cadere questo volume da chissà quale alto ripiano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-8899486588219921792?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/8899486588219921792/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/07/ho-visto-cose-che-neanche-voi-immortali.html#comment-form" title="2 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/8899486588219921792?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/8899486588219921792?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/07/ho-visto-cose-che-neanche-voi-immortali.html" title="ho visto cose che neanche voi immortali..." /><author><name>mariateresa &amp;amp; marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09371180525142679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/SSCGC5zqZTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IYkFn2VgDfo/S220/picasso.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4BRnc4fSp7ImA9WxFbFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-435442954011002502</id><published>2010-07-07T08:15:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T08:25:57.935+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-07T08:25:57.935+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="manuali" /><title>the only valuable strength!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01a74dc23632b54c39&amp;amp;time=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 218px;" src="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01a74dc23632b54c39&amp;amp;time=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In functional training, strength is developed with the intent of improving sport skills, not for the sake of more strength. Size is developed in areas that will benefit from greater size, not for aesthetics. Although many coaches glorify strength and flaunt the one-rep max of their athletes, strength should be judged with the knowledge that the only valuable strength is functional strength. Although many people train for appearance, functional training views improved appearance as a by-product of performance enhancement training."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Boyle: &lt;a href="http://www.anobii.com/books/Functional_Training_for_Sports/9780736046817/01a74dc23632b54c39/" title="More about Functional Training for Sports"&gt;Functional Training for Sports&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Human Kinetics, Champaign (IL) - 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pag. vii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catalogazione: il comodino del Bip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-435442954011002502?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/435442954011002502/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/07/only-valuable-strength.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/435442954011002502?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/435442954011002502?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/07/only-valuable-strength.html" title="the only valuable strength!" /><author><name>mariateresa &amp;amp; marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09371180525142679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/SSCGC5zqZTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IYkFn2VgDfo/S220/picasso.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cGQ3w_fCp7ImA9WxFbE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-4008224466438866673</id><published>2010-07-06T08:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T08:50:22.244+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-06T08:50:22.244+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="saggistica" /><title>gli effetti della mescalina</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01a25dd273a4e34782&amp;amp;time=1206734647"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 166px;" src="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01a25dd273a4e34782&amp;amp;time=1206734647" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Rose:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I fiori sono facili da dipingere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;difficili le foglie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L'&lt;/span&gt;haiku &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;di Shiki esprime, indirettamente, proprio ciò che sentii allora, l'eccessiva, fin troppo evidente gloria dei fiori, in contrasto al sottile miracolo del loro fogliame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uscimmo in strada dove era parcheggiata una grande automobile di un azzurro pallido. Nel vederla, fui improvvisamente assalito da una grande allegria. Quanto compiacimento, quale assurda baldanza sprizzava da quelle superfici protuberanti del più lucido smalto! L'uomo aveva creato l'oggetto a propria somiglianza, o piuttosto a somiglianza del suo preferito personaggio da romanzo. Risi finché le lacrime mi colarono sulle guance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rientrammo in casa dove era stato preparato da mangiare. Qualcuno che ancora non si identificava con me stesso si gettò sul cibo con ingordo appetito. Da una notevole distanza e senza molto interesse, io guardai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dopo aver mangiato, montammo sulla macchina e ci avviammo per una passeggiata. Gli effetti della mescalina erano già in declino, ma i fiori nel giardino ancora tremavano sull'orlo del soprannaturale, l'albero del pepe e i carrubi lungo il ciglio della strada appartenevano ancora chiaramente a qualche sacra selva."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aldous Huxley: &lt;a href="http://www.anobii.com/books/Letteratura_e_scienza/01a25dd273a4e34782/" title="More about Letteratura e scienza"&gt;Letteratura e scienza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;casa editrice Il Saggiatore, Milano - 1965&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;traduzione di Corrado Pavolini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pagg. 324-325&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catalogazione: libreria di fronte al divano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-4008224466438866673?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/4008224466438866673/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/07/gli-effetti-della-mescalina.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/4008224466438866673?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/4008224466438866673?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/07/gli-effetti-della-mescalina.html" title="gli effetti della mescalina" /><author><name>mariateresa &amp;amp; marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09371180525142679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/SSCGC5zqZTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IYkFn2VgDfo/S220/picasso.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkINRXcyeyp7ImA9WxFbFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-4337189138512308042</id><published>2010-07-06T08:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T08:36:34.993+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-07T08:36:34.993+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia italiana" /><title>siete avvisati</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01eb96d5abfdf6fd3d&amp;amp;time=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 205px;" src="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01eb96d5abfdf6fd3d&amp;amp;time=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Non cercate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;di prendere i poeti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perché vi scapperanno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tra le dita."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alda Merini: &lt;a href="http://www.anobii.com/books/Aforismi_e_magie/9788817101158/01eb96d5abfdf6fd3d/" title="More about Aforismi e magie"&gt;Aforismi e magie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizzoli editore, Milano - 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pag. 49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-4337189138512308042?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/4337189138512308042/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/07/siete-avvisati.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/4337189138512308042?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/4337189138512308042?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/07/siete-avvisati.html" title="siete avvisati" /><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121290331591552879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbheFD9iyE0/SRlpYAr-fXI/AAAAAAAABNM/oSHkZA15c8Y/S220/fiat5001.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8FRH49cCp7ImA9WxFbE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-3516546339715892397</id><published>2010-07-05T08:33:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T09:10:15.068+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-05T09:10:15.068+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia italiana" /><title>l'intruso</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=012b6bd59e56ea2af8&amp;amp;time=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 187px;" src="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=012b6bd59e56ea2af8&amp;amp;time=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Le tre sorelle dalla tela rozza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;levano gli occhi sbigottite, poi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;che una voce pervade i corridoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come d'uno che irride o che singhiozza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Il vento in casa!' Il vento cresce, cozza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sibila, mugge come cento buoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ogni sorella pensa ai casi suoi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;l'altra chiamando con la voce mozza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In breve dai soppalchi al limitare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;discacciano il nemico, nell'assedio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;invocando a gran voce tutti i Santi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ognuna torna poi ad agucchiare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ed accompagna il ritmo del suo tedio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all'orchestra dei tremoli svettanti."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guido Gozzano: &lt;a href="http://www.anobii.com/books/Le_poesie/012b6bd59e56ea2af8/" title="More about Le poesie"&gt;Le poesie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aldo Garzanti editore, Milano - 1971&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saggio introduttivo di Eugenio Montale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pag. 51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catalogazione: libreria di fianco al divano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-3516546339715892397?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/3516546339715892397/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/07/lintruso.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/3516546339715892397?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/3516546339715892397?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/07/lintruso.html" title="l'intruso" /><author><name>mariateresa &amp;amp; marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09371180525142679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/SSCGC5zqZTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IYkFn2VgDfo/S220/picasso.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8NQX85cCp7ImA9WxFbEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-6626130943555103837</id><published>2010-07-04T09:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T10:08:10.128+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-04T10:08:10.128+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="opere da consultazione" /><title>l'entroterra della Gallura</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=019be5b380147691f1&amp;amp;time=1272902372"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 228px;" src="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=019be5b380147691f1&amp;amp;time=1272902372" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Distante dalle spiagge della costa a uso e consumo di milionari azzimati, l'entroterra della Gallura è isolato e decisamente rurale. Furono proprio le terre fertili dell'interno ad attirare le ondate di immigrati corsi che si insediarono qui per coltivare le querce da sughero e i vasti vigneti di Vermentino. Il sughero è da sempre uno dei prodotti principali dell'economia locale e ancora oggi si raccoglie una volta all'anno."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duncan Garwood: &lt;a href="http://www.anobii.com/books/Sardegna/9788860404732/019be5b380147691f1/" title="More about Sardegna"&gt;Sardegna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDT S.r.l., Torino - 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pag. 201&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catalogazione: libro pronto per partire con noi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-6626130943555103837?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/6626130943555103837/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/07/lentroterra-della-gallura.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/6626130943555103837?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/6626130943555103837?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/07/lentroterra-della-gallura.html" title="l'entroterra della Gallura" /><author><name>mariateresa &amp;amp; marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09371180525142679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/SSCGC5zqZTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IYkFn2VgDfo/S220/picasso.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkINRX06fSp7ImA9WxFbEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-5500917666637588439</id><published>2010-07-03T11:13:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T11:16:34.315+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-03T11:16:34.315+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="narrativa italiana" /><title>il contrario del maschio da spiaggia</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01472d39c03910c9e9&amp;amp;time=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 187px;" src="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01472d39c03910c9e9&amp;amp;time=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Zio era in piena quarantina, piaceva alle donne e sapeva dimostrare che  loro piacevano a lui. Zio era il contrario del maschio da spiaggia. Era  sobrio, gesti misurati, esatti, un po' più corti, più rappresi di quelli  di uno del sud. Sua mamma americana aveva messo un'aria di ovest, di  praterie negli occhi chiari, nella fronte schietta e uno scintillio di  speroni nel sorriso. Quando rideva si sentiva un galoppo nella gola  aperta."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erri De Luca: &lt;a href="http://www.anobii.com/books/Tu,_mio/9788807815928/01472d39c03910c9e9/" title="More about Tu, mio"&gt;Tu, mio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giangiacomo Feltrinelli editore, Milano - 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pag. 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-5500917666637588439?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/5500917666637588439/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/07/il-contrario-del-maschio-da-spiaggia.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/5500917666637588439?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/5500917666637588439?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/07/il-contrario-del-maschio-da-spiaggia.html" title="il contrario del maschio da spiaggia" /><author><name>mariateresa &amp;amp; marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09371180525142679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/SSCGC5zqZTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IYkFn2VgDfo/S220/picasso.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8CSX0yeCp7ImA9WxFbEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-8591655908586244551</id><published>2010-07-02T10:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T10:54:28.390+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-02T10:54:28.390+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="narrativa del resto del mondo" /><title>«Chiunque non legga Cortázar è condannato».  Pablo Neruda</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=019d4571505a38ea0a&amp;amp;time=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 216px;" src="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=019d4571505a38ea0a&amp;amp;time=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Yo no sé, mira, es terrible cómo  llueve. Llueve todo el tiempo, afuera tupido y gris, aquí contra el  balcón con goterones cuajados y duros, que hacen plaf y se aplastan como  bofetadas uno detrás de otro, qué hastío. Ahora aparece una gotita en  lo alto del marco de la ventana; se queda temblequeando contra el cielo  que la triza en mil brillos apagados, va creciendo y se tambalea, ya va a  caer y no se cae, todavía no se cae. Está prendida con todas las uñas,  no quiere caerse y se la ve que se agarra con los dientes, mientras le  crece la barriga; ya es una gotaza que cuelga majestuosa, y de pronto  zup, ahí va, plaf, deshecha, nada, una viscosidad en el mármol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Pero las hay que se suicidan y se entregan enseguida, brotan en el  marco y ahí mismo se tiran; me parece ver la vibración del salto, sus  piernitas desprendiéndose y el grito que las emborracha en esa nada del  caer y aniquilarse. Tristes gotas, redondas inocentes gotas. Adiós  gotas. Adiós.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R52iNrFKUSw&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R52iNrFKUSw&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Non so come dire, guarda, è terribile questa  pioggia. Piove continuamente, fuori fitto e grigio, qui contro i vetri  del balcone a goccioloni grevi e duri, che fanno plaf e si spiaccicano  come schiaffi uno dopo l’altro, che noia. Ecco una gocciolina alta sul  riquadro del&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la finestra, vibra un attimo contro il cielo  che la scheggia in mille luccichii spenti, cresce si ingrossa barcolla,  cadrà non cadrà, non è ancora caduta. Si afferra con tutte le unghie,  non vuole cadere e si vede che si aggrappa con i denti mentre le si  gonfia la pancia, è ormai una gocciolona che pende maestosa e, di colpo,  zup giù, plaf, disfatta, niente, una viscosità sul marmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ma ci sono  quelle che si suicidano e si abbandonano subito, spuntano sul riquadro e  di lì si gettano giù; mi pare di vedere la vibrazione del salto, le  loro gambette che si staccano e il grido che le ubriaca nel nulla della  caduta e dell’anichilimento. Tristi gocce, rotonde innocenti gocce.  Addio gocce. Addio."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cortázar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.anobii.com/books/Storie_di_cronopios_e_di_famas/9788806173838/019d4571505a38ea0a/" title="More about Storie di cronopios e di famas"&gt;Storie di cronopios e di famas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giulio Einaudi editore, Torino - 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;traduzione di  Flaviarosa Nicoletti Rossini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-8591655908586244551?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/8591655908586244551/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/07/chiunque-non-legga-cortazar-e.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/8591655908586244551?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/8591655908586244551?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/07/chiunque-non-legga-cortazar-e.html" title="«Chiunque non legga Cortázar è condannato».  Pablo Neruda" /><author><name>mariateresa &amp;amp; marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09371180525142679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/SSCGC5zqZTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IYkFn2VgDfo/S220/picasso.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQEQng4fCp7ImA9WxFUGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-2354198486671745292</id><published>2010-07-01T08:51:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T09:11:43.634+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-01T09:11:43.634+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="saggistica" /><title>il rischio sistemico</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/TCw_ImipR1I/AAAAAAAABXA/nP-OLiUsk5c/s1600/Dopo-la-crisi.-Proposte-per-un-economia-sostenibile_medium.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/TCw_ImipR1I/AAAAAAAABXA/nP-OLiUsk5c/s320/Dopo-la-crisi.-Proposte-per-un-economia-sostenibile_medium.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488831462875154258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Esistono due caratteristiche peculiari che fanno delle banche degli operatori molto speciali. In primo luogo, esse prendono a prestito a breve e prestano a lungo termine. In questo modo, si dà vita a un particolare tipo di rischio, cioè quello di liquidità. Esso è un cosiddetto&lt;/span&gt; tail risk&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, cioè un rischio molto grave che si verifica raramente ma che, quando lo fa, è in grado di provocare effetti devastanti. È molto difficile, se non impossibile, quantificare tali effetti poiché essi non sono che il risultato di moti collettivi di sfiducia e di panico.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In secondo luogo, le banche sono al centro del sistema dei pagamenti. Questo crea una rete che connette le une alle altre le banche che prestano e che prendono a prestito. Il mercato interbancario crea l’interconnessione del rischio: se una banca fallisce, il resto delle banche ne risentiranno. Se si verifica un problema in una banca, esso si diffonderà facilmente nell’intero sistema interbancario come fosse una malattia infettiva. Dunque,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; è verosimile che nel sistema bancario i rischi siano altamente correlati. Il che contrasta con quanto si verifica nel settore non bancario.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ad esempio, il fallimento di un’azienda automobilistica non potrà che essere una buona notizia per il resto delle aziende del settore, le quali espanderanno la loro produzione e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i loro profitti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pensava che l’attività di cartolarizzazione, diventata popolare dagli anni ottanta in poi, avrebbe potuto ridurre il rischio sistemico diffondendo il rischio, altrimenti concentrato in un’unica banca, tra un numero maggiore di istituzioni. Nei fatti, è successo esattamente l’opposto: la cartolarizzazione ha aumentato il rischio sistemico. Ogni volta che una banca del Midwest trasformava i propri mutui immobiliari in asset backed security (titoli con garanzia collaterale) e li trasferiva presso un’altra istituzione bancaria, diciamo ad esempio, tedesca, il grado di interconnessione e di correlazione del rischio sistemico aumentava.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il fenomeno della cartolarizzazione ha essenzialmente amplificato la criticità connaturata al sistema bancario: quella per cui uno shock che accade in un determinato luogo si trasmette rapidamente al resto del sistema. Di conseguenza, è aumentata la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fragilità insita nel sistema bancario."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AAVV: Dopo la crisi: Proposte per un’economia sostenibile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a cura di Andrew Watt, Andreas Botsch e Roberta Carlini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edizioni dell'Asino, Roma - 2010&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagg. 31-32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catalogazione: nessuna, e-book scaricabile qui: http://www.sbilanciamoci.info/Dopo-la-crisi/Scarica-il-libro-4793&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-2354198486671745292?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="related" href="http://www.sbilanciamoci.info/Dopo-la-crisi/Scarica-il-libro-4793" title="il rischio sistemico" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/2354198486671745292/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/07/il-rischio-sistemico.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/2354198486671745292?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/2354198486671745292?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/07/il-rischio-sistemico.html" title="il rischio sistemico" /><author><name>mariateresa &amp;amp; marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09371180525142679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/SSCGC5zqZTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IYkFn2VgDfo/S220/picasso.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/TCw_ImipR1I/AAAAAAAABXA/nP-OLiUsk5c/s72-c/Dopo-la-crisi.-Proposte-per-un-economia-sostenibile_medium.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAFR3w8eSp7ImA9WxFUGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-8426236326851772338</id><published>2010-06-30T20:28:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:48:36.271+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-30T20:48:36.271+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="narrativa del resto del mondo" /><title>fare quello che non si può fare a meno di fare...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01b794419fd7d9982f&amp;amp;time=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 189px;" src="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01b794419fd7d9982f&amp;amp;time=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"-Angela, mia cara e dolce Angela, ormai non è possibile altrimenti, devo fare quello che non posso fare a meno di fare. Ma domani, domani le tue preoccupazioni saranno finite. Per l'eterna potenza che ci governa, ti giuro che oggi gioco per l'ultima volta! Sta' tranquilla, bambina mia, dormi, sogna giorni felici, sogna una vita migliore che ti attende, e sarà questo il modo di portarmi fortuna.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E il cavaliere baciò sua moglie scappando via a precipizio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Due giri di carte e il cavaliere aveva perduto tutto, tutto!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E.T.A. Hoffmann: &lt;a href="http://www.anobii.com/books/Il_giocatore_fortunato/9788836803583/01b794419fd7d9982f/" title="More about Il giocatore fortunato"&gt;Il giocatore fortunato&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Passigli editori, Firenze - 1985&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;traduzione di Rosina Spaini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pag. 38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catalogazione: una delle librerie in soggiorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-8426236326851772338?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/8426236326851772338/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/fare-quello-che-non-si-puo-fare-meno-di.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/8426236326851772338?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/8426236326851772338?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/fare-quello-che-non-si-puo-fare-meno-di.html" title="fare quello che non si può fare a meno di fare..." /><author><name>mariateresa &amp;amp; marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09371180525142679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/SSCGC5zqZTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IYkFn2VgDfo/S220/picasso.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIHSHY9eSp7ImA9WxFUE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-8677072241571914844</id><published>2010-06-24T09:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:02:19.861+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-24T10:02:19.861+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="manuali" /><title>un'acqua tonica dietetica invece di una Sacher?!?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=2&amp;amp;item_id=01ff40184d29d12c2a&amp;amp;time=1263465997"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 202px;" src="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=2&amp;amp;item_id=01ff40184d29d12c2a&amp;amp;time=1263465997" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;D.: Ho nel sangue la passione dei dolci e non posso rinunciarvi; che cosa mi suggerisce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;R.: Ecco un altro mito popolare. Un odontoiatra mio amico lo chiama il 'mito della madre'. Beva un'acqua tonica dietetica quando ha voglia di un dolce. Invece di spuntini dolci tenga carote e sedano a portata di mano.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Herman Tarnower e Samm Sinclair Baker: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.anobii.com/books/La_dieta_Scarsdale_e_il_metodo_Tarnower_per_mantenere_il_pesoforma_per_tutta_la_vita/9788820001032/01ff40184d29d12c2a/" title="More about La dieta Scarsdale e il metodo Tarnower per mantenere il pesoforma per tutta la vita"&gt;La dieta Scarsdale e il metodo Tarnower per mantenere il pesoforma per tutta la vita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sperling &amp;amp; Kupfer editori, Milano - 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;traduzione di Rosanna Pelà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pag. 188&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catalogazione: libreria dietro al computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-8677072241571914844?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/8677072241571914844/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/unacqua-tonica-dietetica-invece-di-una.html#comment-form" title="1 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/8677072241571914844?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/8677072241571914844?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/unacqua-tonica-dietetica-invece-di-una.html" title="un'acqua tonica dietetica invece di una Sacher?!?" /><author><name>mariateresa &amp;amp; marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09371180525142679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/SSCGC5zqZTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IYkFn2VgDfo/S220/picasso.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8MRHg5eyp7ImA9WxFUEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-3055378120424674671</id><published>2010-06-23T10:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T11:04:45.623+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-23T11:04:45.623+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scienze umane" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="saggistica" /><title>the porous world</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=2&amp;amp;item_id=011ece5c8bf5bfdb07&amp;amp;time=1277282404"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 174px;" src="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=2&amp;amp;item_id=011ece5c8bf5bfdb07&amp;amp;time=1277282404" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"One can choose to live in a place as a sort of visitor, or try to become an inhabitant. My family and I decided from early on to try to be here, in the midelevation forests of the Sierra Nevada, as fully as we could. This brave attempt was backed by lack of resources and a lot of dumb bravado. We figured that simplicity would of itself be beautiful, and we had our own extravagant notion of ecological morality. But necessity was the teacher that finally showed us how to live as part of the natural community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It comes down to how one thinks abouts screens, fences, or dogs. These are often used for keeping the wild at bay. ('Keeping the wild at bay' sounds like fending off hawks and bears, but it is more often a matter of holding back carpenter ants and deer mice.) We came to live a permeable, porous life in our house set among the stands of oak and pine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gary Snyder: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.anobii.com/books/A_Place_in_Space/9781582434124/011ece5c8bf5bfdb07/" title="More about A Place in Space"&gt;A Place in Space&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Counterpoint Press, Berkley (CA) - 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pag. 195&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catalogazione: nessuna, libro appena acquistato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-3055378120424674671?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/3055378120424674671/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/porous-world.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/3055378120424674671?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/3055378120424674671?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/porous-world.html" title="the porous world" /><author><name>mariateresa &amp;amp; marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09371180525142679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/SSCGC5zqZTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IYkFn2VgDfo/S220/picasso.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUENQXc8cCp7ImA9WxFUEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-6500099304972411011</id><published>2010-06-22T09:43:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T10:01:30.978+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-22T10:01:30.978+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="narrativa del resto del mondo" /><title>la metà migliore del mio cuore è in pericolo!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01a299190550ff4e9f&amp;amp;time=1206723363"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 184px;" src="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01a299190550ff4e9f&amp;amp;time=1206723363" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Il bastone si trasformò immediatamente in un puledro rosso di San Thégonec, strigliato, sellato, imbrigliato con un nastro per orecchio e un pennacchio azzurro sulla fronte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bellah balzò in sella senza esitare. Il puledro partì dapprima al passo, poi al trotto, poi al galoppo; e correva così veloce che i fossati, gli alberi, le case, i campanili passavano davanti agli occhi della fanciulla come i bracci di un arcolaio. Ma lei non si lagnava, ben sapendo che ogni passo la portava più vicino al suo caro Houarn: al contrario spronava il cavallo ripetendo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;'Il cavallo va meno veloce della rondine, la rondine meno veloce del vento, il vento meno veloce del lampo; ma tu, mio bel puledrino, se mi vuoi bene, bisogna che corra più veloce di tutti; perché io ho una parte del mio cuore che soffre, la metà migliore del mio cuore che è in pericolo.'&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AA.VV.: &lt;a href="http://www.anobii.com/books/Leggende_della_Bretagna_misteriosa/9788885008953/01a299190550ff4e9f/" title="More about Leggende della Bretagna misteriosa"&gt;Leggende della Bretagna misteriosa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arcana editrice, Milano - 1986&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prefazione di Gwenc'hlan Le &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scouëzec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pag. 145&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catalogazione: libreria bianca in soggiorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-6500099304972411011?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/6500099304972411011/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-meta-migliore-del-mio-cuore-e-in.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/6500099304972411011?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/6500099304972411011?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-meta-migliore-del-mio-cuore-e-in.html" title="la metà migliore del mio cuore è in pericolo!" /><author><name>mariateresa &amp;amp; marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09371180525142679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/SSCGC5zqZTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IYkFn2VgDfo/S220/picasso.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQGRX8yfCp7ImA9WxFUEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-4945811733465667597</id><published>2010-06-21T08:50:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:12:04.194+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-21T09:12:04.194+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="narrativa del resto del mondo" /><title>il giorno di papà</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01c26cced60cc34cf2&amp;amp;time=1261653887"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 229px;" src="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01c26cced60cc34cf2&amp;amp;time=1261653887" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mentre si dirigevano verso la macchina, che distava trecento metri, Marcia indulse all'istrionismo per divertire i bambini, barcollando sui tacchi, con grida e respiri affannosi, fingendo di evitare una caduta in montagna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Perché ridete? - gridò loro. - Smettetela subito. Vostra madre si sta arrampicando sul Matterhorn e tutto quello che voi sapete fare è sghignazzare, piantatela, ho detto. Vi trasformerò in zucche. Chiamerò Belzebù per farvi mettere nell'olio bollente -. I bambini scoppiarono a ridere e si dimenarono, torcendosi dalle risate. - Venite qui, tornate indietro, aiutatemi. Vostra madre è perduta, iene sghignazzanti, babbuini, sciacalli, scarafaggi, sciagurati!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entrarono in macchina e, durante il tragitto verso casa, mantennero un silenzio festoso, interrotto solo da qualche leggero sospiro e dal singhiozzo di Jacob. - Sei ubriaco, giovanotto, - disse Marcia, tirando fuori dalla macchina il bambino più piccolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- È il giorno di papà, il giorno di papà, il giorno di papà, - e tutti e tre si misero a suonare il campanello un centinaio di volte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Siete scatenati, - disse il padre. - Stamane date i numeri -. I bambini gli colmarono le braccia di fiori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Sono stato su un asinello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Ho bevuto una Coca Cola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- La mamma si è arrampicata sulla montagna."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arnold Wesker: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.anobii.com/books/Sei_domeniche_di_gennaio/01c26cced60cc34cf2/" title="More about Sei domeniche di gennaio"&gt;Sei domeniche di gennaio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giulio Einaudi editore, Torino - 1974&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;traduzione di Betty Foà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pagg.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;116-117&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catalogazione: una delle librerie in soggiorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-4945811733465667597?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/4945811733465667597/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/il-giorno-di-papa.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/4945811733465667597?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/4945811733465667597?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/il-giorno-di-papa.html" title="il giorno di papà" /><author><name>mariateresa &amp;amp; marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09371180525142679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/SSCGC5zqZTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IYkFn2VgDfo/S220/picasso.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UCR3wyfip7ImA9WxFUEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-3380379802582578521</id><published>2010-06-20T09:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T10:07:46.296+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-20T10:07:46.296+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="narrativa del resto del mondo" /><title>la locanda</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01a00dbff70e0d1c32&amp;amp;time=1219438140"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 211px;" src="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01a00dbff70e0d1c32&amp;amp;time=1219438140" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oltre alla posizione vantaggiosa, la locanda in questione aveva numerosi pregi: un'acqua eccellente in due pozzi profondi con le ruote cigolanti e i secchi di ferro alle catene; un ampio cortile circondato da tettoie di legno che poggiavano su grossi pilastri; scorte abbondanti di ottima avena nella cantina; un'isba calda con un'immensa stufa russa dalla quale sporgevano, come spalle di un gigante, lunghe canne fumarie e, infine, due stanzette abbastanza pulite rivestite di una carta rossastra un po' strappata in basso, un divano di legno dipinto, sedie uguali e due vasi di geranio alle finestre che, del resto, non si aprivano mai ed erano scure per la polvere pluriennale. La locanda offriva altre comodità ancora: il maniscalco era vicino, il mulino si trovava praticamente a due passi; infine ci si poteva mangiar bene grazie alla cuoca paffuta e rubiconda che preparava piatti grassi ed appetitosi senza risparmiare sul condimento; la bettola più vicina distava soltanto mezza versta e il tabacco da fiuto venduto dal padrone, anche se mescolato con la cenere, era straordinariamente forte e pizzicava gradevolmente il naso."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ivan S. Turgenev: &lt;a href="http://www.anobii.com/books/Opere_1/9788835931331/01a00dbff70e0d1c32/" title="More about Opere 1"&gt;Opere 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Primo amore e altri racconti 1847-1883&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Editori Riuniti, Roma - 1988&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;traduzione di Giuseppina Cavallo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pagg. 95-96&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catalogazione: una delle librerie in soggiorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-3380379802582578521?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/3380379802582578521/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-locanda.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/3380379802582578521?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/3380379802582578521?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-locanda.html" title="la locanda" /><author><name>mariateresa &amp;amp; marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09371180525142679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/SSCGC5zqZTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IYkFn2VgDfo/S220/picasso.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIMSX89fip7ImA9WxFVGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-4484766709550487461</id><published>2010-06-19T10:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T11:09:48.166+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-19T11:09:48.166+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scienze fisiche e naturali" /><title>noi siamo una struttura!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=0191b856d55656599a&amp;amp;time=1238173931"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 190px;" src="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=0191b856d55656599a&amp;amp;time=1238173931" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Il corpo umano è una struttura costituita da elementi collegati e interdipendenti. La sua 'impalcatura' di base è composta dalle ossa, le cartilagini, i legamenti, i tendini e i muscoli. È una struttura flessibile, dinamica e sottoposta alle leggi della meccanica. Elemento essenziale della struttura del corpo umano sono le sue articolazioni e dalla loro integrità dipende il benessere strutturale. Se  le articolazioni sono rigide, occorre scioglierle; se i movimenti sono limitati, occorre favorirli; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;se gli elementi della struttura sono contratti, occorre allungarli e, viceversa, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;se sono troppo lunghi, occorre accorciarli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Solo quando la struttura del corpo sarà stata 'liberata' e riequilibrata in tutte le sue articolazioni, la potremo considerare strutturalmente e meccanicamente adeguata."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John L. Stirk: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.anobii.com/books/Stretching_strutturale/9788870313604/0191b856d55656599a/" title="More about Stretching strutturale"&gt;Stretching strutturale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red./Studio Redazionale, Como - 1991&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;traduzione di Giovanna Nobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pag. 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catalogazione: libreria in ingresso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-4484766709550487461?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/4484766709550487461/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/noi-siamo-una-struttura.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/4484766709550487461?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/4484766709550487461?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/noi-siamo-una-struttura.html" title="noi siamo una struttura!" /><author><name>mariateresa &amp;amp; marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09371180525142679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/SSCGC5zqZTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IYkFn2VgDfo/S220/picasso.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUNRXk5eip7ImA9WxFVF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-9185420564747686057</id><published>2010-06-17T08:04:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T08:31:34.722+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-17T08:31:34.722+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia italiana" /><title>non chiederci la parola che squadri da ogni lato...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=2&amp;amp;item_id=01f2d62f9518ddc004&amp;amp;time=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 184px;" src="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=2&amp;amp;item_id=01f2d62f9518ddc004&amp;amp;time=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Non chiederci la parola  che squadri da ogni lato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;l'animo nostro informe, e a lettere di fuoco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;lo dichiari e risplenda come un croco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;perduto in mezzo a un polveroso prato.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah l'uomo che se ne va sicuro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;agli altri ed a se stesso amico,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;e l'ombra sua non cura che la canicola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;stampa sopra uno scalcinato muro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Non domandarci la formula che mondi possa aprirti,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;sì qualche storta sillaba e secca come un ramo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Codesto solo oggi possiamo dirti:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciò che &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;non &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;siamo, ciò che &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;non &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;vogliamo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.anobii.com/books/Eugenio_Montale/01f2d62f9518ddc004/" title="More about Eugenio Montale"&gt;Eugenio Montale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;presentazione di Vittorio Spinazzola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a cura di Sandro Onofri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;editrice l'Unità, Roma - 1993&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pag. 21&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catalogazione: libreria in ingresso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-9185420564747686057?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/9185420564747686057/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/non-chiederci-la-parola-che-squadri-da.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/9185420564747686057?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/9185420564747686057?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/non-chiederci-la-parola-che-squadri-da.html" title="non chiederci la parola che squadri da ogni lato..." /><author><name>mariateresa &amp;amp; marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09371180525142679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/SSCGC5zqZTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IYkFn2VgDfo/S220/picasso.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08NRnwzfCp7ImA9WxFVFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-5018282053207892010</id><published>2010-06-16T10:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T10:11:37.284+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-16T10:11:37.284+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="narrativa del resto del mondo" /><title>tutto ritorna...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=017197784cb12c5b71&amp;amp;time=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 150px;" src="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=017197784cb12c5b71&amp;amp;time=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Anche questo ho imparato dal fiume: tutto ritorna!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hermann Hesse: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.anobii.com/books/Siddharta/9788845901843/017197784cb12c5b71/" title="More about Siddharta"&gt;Siddharta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adelphi edizioni, Milano - 1975&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;traduzione di Massimo Mila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pag. 73&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catalogazione: una delle librerie in soggiorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-5018282053207892010?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/5018282053207892010/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/tutto-ritorna.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/5018282053207892010?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/5018282053207892010?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/tutto-ritorna.html" title="tutto ritorna..." /><author><name>mariateresa &amp;amp; marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09371180525142679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/SSCGC5zqZTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IYkFn2VgDfo/S220/picasso.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04BQn4zeSp7ImA9WxFVFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-261033218669465364</id><published>2010-06-15T08:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T09:12:33.081+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-15T09:12:33.081+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="narrativa del resto del mondo" /><title>era sicuro... non aveva mai ucciso nessuno!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=0127b76db9d6eb606b&amp;amp;time=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 206px;" src="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=0127b76db9d6eb606b&amp;amp;time=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible; font-style: italic;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;«A proposito,»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; aggiunse, evidentemente all'improvviso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible; font-style: italic;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;«che ne dici dello scandalo Rolf?»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible; font-style: italic;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;«Scandalo Rolf?». Robert trasalì. Che significa 'scandalo Rolf'? Era forse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;qualcosa che lo riguardava? Era implicato in qualche cosa senza saperlo? Paula?  Sono partite ieri, sia la madre che la figlia. Era del tutto escluso che avesse ucciso Paula. Contegno, calma! Che significava di nuovo tutto questo?! Non aveva mai ucciso nessuno. Era sicuro, lo sapeva... mai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible; font-style: italic;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;«Di che scandalo si tratta?» domandò con calma."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arthur Schnitzler: &lt;a href="http://www.anobii.com/books/Fuga_nelle_tenebre/9788845904684/0127b76db9d6eb606b/" title="More about Fuga nelle tenebre"&gt;Fuga nelle tenebre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adelphi edizioni, Milano - 1981&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;traduzione di Giuseppe Farese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pag. 67&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catalogazione: libreria bianca in soggiorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-261033218669465364?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/261033218669465364/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/era-sicuro-non-aveva-mai-ucciso-nessuno.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/261033218669465364?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/261033218669465364?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/era-sicuro-non-aveva-mai-ucciso-nessuno.html" title="era sicuro... non aveva mai ucciso nessuno!" /><author><name>mariateresa &amp;amp; marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09371180525142679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/SSCGC5zqZTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IYkFn2VgDfo/S220/picasso.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYMQ3c4cSp7ImA9WxFVFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-609134361216825560</id><published>2010-06-14T07:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T08:16:22.939+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-14T08:16:22.939+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="saggistica" /><title>i cassetti del Palazzo di Giustizia</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01ed8e2b80fccc9b65&amp;amp;time=1201698571"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 189px;" src="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01ed8e2b80fccc9b65&amp;amp;time=1201698571" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible; font-style: italic;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;«&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Io sono convinto, e me ne assumo tutte le responsabilità, che nei cassetti del Palazzo di Giustizia ce n'è abbastanza per fare chiarezza sui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible; font-style: italic;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt; delitti politici.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Leoluca Orlando scatenò da &lt;/span&gt;Samarcanda &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;una tempesta che coinvolse i più alti vertici istituzionali del nostro Paese, a cominciare dal Presidente della Repubblica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Furono in tanti a scandalizzarsi, furono in tanti a puntare, contro l'ex sindaco, l'indice accusatore: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;«Tira fuori le prove di quello che dici; oppure stai zitto.»"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michele Santoro: &lt;a href="http://www.anobii.com/books/Oltre_Samarcanda/01ed8e2b80fccc9b65/" title="More about Oltre Samarcanda"&gt;Oltre Samarcanda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;editrice l'Unità, Roma - 1974&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pag. 107&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catalogazione: libreria in ingresso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-609134361216825560?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/609134361216825560/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cassetti-del-palazzo-di-giustizia.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/609134361216825560?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/609134361216825560?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cassetti-del-palazzo-di-giustizia.html" title="i cassetti del Palazzo di Giustizia" /><author><name>mariateresa &amp;amp; marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09371180525142679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/SSCGC5zqZTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IYkFn2VgDfo/S220/picasso.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEENRnw7eSp7ImA9WxFVFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-1287677399738713041</id><published>2010-06-13T13:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:58:17.201+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-13T22:58:17.201+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="narrativa italiana" /><title>il ritratto</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01aca3e4c8d43934dc&amp;amp;time=1233073558"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 179px;" src="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01aca3e4c8d43934dc&amp;amp;time=1233073558" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Era un ritratto a mezzo busto di giovane donna, che fissava il riguardante; un olio alquanto annerito, ma non tanto che non si distinguessero i particolari. La donna era vestita secondo la moda degli ultimi anni del secolo passato o dei primi di questo, con tutto il collo chiuso in un'alta benda di pizzo; di pizzo era anche la veste, dalle maniche sboffate; sul petto ella recava un grande e complicato pendantif o breloque (come allora si diceva) di topazi bruciati, sorretto da nastri di seta marezzata; sulle spalle un amoerro, ricadente in larghe e convolte pieghe. La massa dei capelli bruni era pettinata in conseguenza, cioè in un ampio cercine o cannuolo attorno alla fronte, in mezzo al quale spiccava un minuscolo diadema."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tommaso Landolfi: &lt;a href="http://www.anobii.com/books/Racconto_dautunno/01aca3e4c8d43934dc/" title="More about Racconto d'autunno"&gt;Racconto d'autunno&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rizzoli editore, Milano - 1975&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pag. 51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catalogazione: libreria sotto la finestra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-1287677399738713041?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/1287677399738713041/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/il-ritratto.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/1287677399738713041?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/1287677399738713041?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/il-ritratto.html" title="il ritratto" /><author><name>mariateresa &amp;amp; marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09371180525142679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/SSCGC5zqZTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IYkFn2VgDfo/S220/picasso.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMNSH04eCp7ImA9WxFVE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-6493553211552756879</id><published>2010-06-12T12:20:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T18:01:39.330+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-12T18:01:39.330+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="opere da consultazione" /><title>San Franco e o' miracolo...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01868ab8c67d92cc5e&amp;amp;time=1229416116"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 231px;" src="http://image.anobii.com/anobi/image_book.php?type=3&amp;amp;item_id=01868ab8c67d92cc5e&amp;amp;time=1229416116" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Il rifugio Panepuzzi Alessandri è stato ricavato dal CAI nel 1979 in un capannone che aveva ospitato operai della società Insud, intenzionata a scempiare quest'angolo del Gran Sasso con la costruzione di residence e impianti sciistici; il progetto si è miracolosamente fermato (intercessione di San Franco?) per decisione della stessa società."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alberto Osti Guerrazzi: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.anobii.com/books/I_2000_dellAppennino/9788888450056/01868ab8c67d92cc5e/" title="More about I 2000 dell'Appennino"&gt;I 2000 dell'Appennino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edizioni Il Lupo, Sulmona (AQ) - 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pag. 91&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catalogazione: libreria "della montagna" del Bip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-6493553211552756879?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/6493553211552756879/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/san-franco-e-o-miracolo.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/6493553211552756879?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/6493553211552756879?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/san-franco-e-o-miracolo.html" title="San Franco e o' miracolo..." /><author><name>mariateresa &amp;amp; marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09371180525142679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/SSCGC5zqZTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IYkFn2VgDfo/S220/picasso.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IMRnc4eyp7ImA9WxFVEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-208227558762067546</id><published>2010-06-10T08:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T08:33:07.933+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-10T08:33:07.933+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="narrativa del resto del mondo" /><title>il paesaggio della mente</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbheFD9iyE0/S7s7Dn6wscI/AAAAAAAACuw/q0jLgCmUVLw/s1600/malamud_piccola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbheFD9iyE0/S7s7Dn6wscI/AAAAAAAACuw/q0jLgCmUVLw/s400/malamud_piccola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457020306930577858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mentre affrettava il passo, si invitò a prestare attenzione a quanto aveva davanti, vale a dire alla natura. Se si guardava senza vedere la passeggiata si riduceva alla solita cosa: alla solita soggettività. Il suo vantaggio, a parte fare del moto, era la possibilità di modificare il paesaggio della mente"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bernard Malamud: &lt;a href="http://www.anobii.com/books/Le_vite_di_Dubin/9788875212339/01707dabac187d0410/" title="More about Le vite di Dubin"&gt;Le vite di Dubin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minimum fax, Roma - 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;traduzione di Bruno Oddera e Giovanni Garbellini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;pag. 32&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-208227558762067546?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/208227558762067546/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/04/il-paesaggio-della-mente.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/208227558762067546?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/208227558762067546?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/04/il-paesaggio-della-mente.html" title="il paesaggio della mente" /><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10121290331591552879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbheFD9iyE0/SRlpYAr-fXI/AAAAAAAABNM/oSHkZA15c8Y/S220/fiat5001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbheFD9iyE0/S7s7Dn6wscI/AAAAAAAACuw/q0jLgCmUVLw/s72-c/malamud_piccola.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8GR3Y8eSp7ImA9WxFVEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5718220475624353930.post-3855078461651524816</id><published>2010-06-09T10:22:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:40:26.871+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-09T10:40:26.871+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="opere da consultazione" /><title>tirare a indovinare... ma con metodo!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/TA9PT5XlyDI/AAAAAAAABWo/fcCZ28XuIVs/s1600/toefl+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/TA9PT5XlyDI/AAAAAAAABWo/fcCZ28XuIVs/s320/toefl+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480686474769057842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If I am not sure of the answer, should I guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you are not sure of the answer, you should guess. The number of incorrect answers is not subtracted from your score. Your score is based upon the number of correct answers only. Do not mark more than  one answer for each question. Do not leave any questions blank on your answer sheet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;How should I guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First, eliminate all of the possibilities which you know are not correct. Then, if you are almost sure of an answer, guess that one. If you have no idea of the correct answer for a question, choose one letter and use it for your 'guess' answer throughout the entire examination. By using the same letter each time that you guess, you will probably answer correctly 25 percent of the time. This percentage is usually better than the percentage of correct answers obtained by random guessing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pamela J. Sharpe: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.anobii.com/books/Basic_tips_on_the_Test_of_English_as_a_foreign_language,_TOEFL/9780812025842/011ac2ec6377a859df/" title="More about Basic tips on the Test of English as a foreign language, TOEFL"&gt;Basic tips on the Test of English as a foreign language, TOEFL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barron's Educational Series Inc., Hauppage (NY) - 1982&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pag. 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;catalogazione: libreria di fianco al computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5718220475624353930-3855078461651524816?l=thebookshow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/feeds/3855078461651524816/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/tirare-indovinare-ma-con-metodo.html#comment-form" title="1 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/3855078461651524816?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5718220475624353930/posts/default/3855078461651524816?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thebookshow.blogspot.com/2010/06/tirare-indovinare-ma-con-metodo.html" title="tirare a indovinare... ma con metodo!" /><author><name>mariateresa &amp;amp; marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09371180525142679503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/SSCGC5zqZTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/IYkFn2VgDfo/S220/picasso.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RWSL6umuwW4/TA9PT5XlyDI/AAAAAAAABWo/fcCZ28XuIVs/s72-c/toefl+001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>

