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And what am I reading a book for that claims, as you say, "It's true that Italian fascism has often mistreated and imprisoned its political opponents. But it rarely went as far as killing..." I don't want to be taken for a fool. I prefer to read Bakunin, and I suggest you do too since you say you're an anarchist, especially when he writes that if man wants to be free, God does not exist.
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"It is true that Italian fascism often mistreated and imprisoned its political opponents. But it rarely went as far as to kill..." what a fool... one should then find out who took out 300,000 Libyans and Eritreans...
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a rather trivial and childish reading, comparing the victims of communism and Nazism. I wonder if those from right-wing totalitarian regimes like Argentina and Chile don't count in the tally of the macaco.
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Anyway, you're right about Cage, less over the top than usual, and a fairy-tale Elizabeth Shue.
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Well, it's true that Figgis milks it a bit, but I don't think his primary intention was to tug at the audience's heartstrings. The film has a certain power stemming from the absolute and absurd respect that the alcoholic has for the life of the prostitute and vice versa. Neither of them wants to save the other. When I saw it in the cinema, I was very favorably impressed, but I never wanted to watch it again, even after getting the DVD. Considering that it comes from an autobiographical book by an author who took his own life before the film was released, it makes it even more poignant. In the end, there's no redemption for anyone; once again, opulent Las Vegas is the end of the American dream (Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas).
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Speaking of revaluations and staying in the same musical realm and period around 1980, but do you remember how beautiful the album by the Scottish band Joseph K was?
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Am I the only one who prefers GP to Grevious Angel? It’s a matter of nuances between two masterpieces, but here the composer Parsons manages to deliver his best; there are 11 gems here. How can someone write a song like "How much I've lied"? Behind him is a band in great form that manages to connect with him, which isn’t easy for musicians who today play with one artist and tomorrow with another.
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but I remember it because every now and then I go back to reread that story which I find to be a uniquely surreal magic, and because Nerissa, that kind of nymph with black hair who is barely one meter tall and found among the piles of trash, reminds me of a similar situation :))))
As for black dogs, I was referring prosaically to the debaserian context, ahahaha
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To hard rock fans who are not familiar with the group, I would recommend the compilation Substance, essential for understanding the small universe of Joy Division.
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@azzo, look, we use this word here to refer to the clever type, the one who knows how to handle things and always manages to get by somehow. Also, if you were lucky enough to read that beautiful collection by Pynchon "Entropy," there's an extraordinary story (Terre Basse) where the protagonist Flange calls his garbage collector friend Rocco Squarcione by the nickname "Ehi, sfacim," just like that in Neapolitan dialect in the original US text.