Butto un nome (tanto non è lei di sicuro...)
Freya Stark?
Butto un nome (tanto non è lei di sicuro...)
Freya Stark?
No
« I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away. »
altra sparata assurda...Maria Callas?
altra sparata assurda...Maria Callas?
No
« I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away. »
Scienziata?
No
« I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away. »
<br /><br />in un certo senso meno male. Perché avrei fatto fatica ad immaginare una scienziata cui rivolgere i propri pensieri mattino, pomeriggio e sera. <br /><br />Ok. Prossima domanda: atleta? <br />
<br /> <br />NoScienziata?
<br /><br />in un certo senso meno male. Perché avrei fatto fatica ad immaginare una scienziata cui rivolgere i propri pensieri mattino, pomeriggio e sera. <br /><br />Ok. Prossima domanda: atleta? <br />
<br /> <br />NoScienziata?
No
« I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away. »
Mata Hari?<br /><br />Inviato dal mio GT-I9100 utilizzando Tapatalk<br /><br />
No
In accordo con chi organizza il gioco ho deciso di dare qualche altro indizio, visto che quelli che ho dato non paiono risolutivi.
« I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away. »
Caspita, mi ero scordata che Mata Hari non è in alcun modo italiana.<br /><br />Protagonista di una nota vicenda di cronaca nera? <br /><br />Inviato dal mio GT-I9100 utilizzando Tapatalk<br /><br />
Protagonista di una nota vicenda di cronaca nera?
Uhm.... in un certo senso sì (ma è interpretabile)
« I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away. »
<br /><br />È in questa circostanza di cui lei è (quasi/forse) una protagonista, che è morta? <br /><br />
<br /> <br />Uhm.... in un certo senso sì (ma è interpretabile)Protagonista di una nota vicenda di cronaca nera?
<br /><br />È in questa circostanza di cui lei è (quasi/forse) una protagonista, che è morta? <br /><br />
<br /> <br />Uhm.... in un certo senso sì (ma è interpretabile)Protagonista di una nota vicenda di cronaca nera?
Mah... Sì
« I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away. »