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It looks nice, even Christmas-like. The record.
I also sense a more relaxed atmosphere in your writing, I like it.
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"Look, a new review from Enea. Now I’ll take another 5 minutes to read it."
Then I opened the page...
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Talk about Naples, the movie. What did you want them to put, the Afterhours?
Go back to sleep, bah. Snooze snooze
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Sweet Minogue, this is your ninety-first review.
91st review written for us.
An almost absolute dedication to beauty and good music. And that scoundrel @[sfascia carrozze] still hasn’t awarded you the Great Vizier of Reviews prize. Why, I ask, why?
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I can't wait to see this movie with its intricate plot. Intricately intricate.
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Saretta, you are a little rascal. And Paolo has layered horns.
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Very well done, this is just what we need at Debaser! You say everything about the work, and with such style too!
Enough with these self-referential wank fests that inflate the egos of those self-proclaimed reviewers with artistic pretensions and intellectualism out of my boots! [4]
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One hundred! One hundred! One hundred! Uuuooouuuuuuuhhh!
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Too late to read such a long review. The book I've never read and maybe never anything by the author... Yes, I know, I should be ashamed.
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Buzzati in his most intimate version, I believe that by the end of writing he felt emptied. I’m glad I read it only a few years ago and therefore as an adult, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to appreciate the many nuances that make it so special. I would have liked to write something about it and I entertained the idea for quite some time, but the bitterness it left me would have required me to put too much of myself into it, and I surrendered. Taking time to process it wouldn’t have been a bad idea, but it’s fine this way too. You would have risked giving up like me.