E' lui.
L'ho scelto perchè l'avevo sottomano
È Frittella il nostro Re
Fa i pasticci, fa i bignè
Io ne mangio pure tre
È Frittella il nostro Re!!!
You're mine. Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first we'll live.
La cosa bella di essere guardiani? l'affetto con cui veniamo ripagati, ma anche il rispetto, la riconoscenza. E' un impegno che dà molto onore e tanta gloria (Cit @Maya )
Una volta nei torrenti di montagna c'erano i salmerini. Li potevi vedere fermi nell'acqua ambrata con la punta bianca delle pinne che ondeggiava piano nella corrente. Li prendevi in mano e odoravano di muschio. Erano lucenti e forti e si torcevano su se stessi. Sul dorso avevano dei disegni a vermicelli che erano mappe del mondo in divenire. Mappe e labirinti. Di una cosa che non si poteva rimettere a posto. Che non si poteva riaggiustare. Nelle forre dove vivevano ogni cosa era più antica dell'uomo, e vibrava di mistero.
The time between the notes relates the colour to the scenes
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love
As song and chance develop time, lost social temperance rules above
Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race
I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place
Jon Anderson & Steve Howe (Close to the Edge)
What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
George R. R. Martin (A Game of Thrones)
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
So hard to earn, so easily burned
In the fullness of time,
A garden to nurture and protect
It's a measure of a life
The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
The way you live, the gifts that you give
In the fullness of time,
It's the only return that you expect
Neil Peart (The Garden)
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, ‘The world is a fine place, and worth fighting for.’ I agree with the second part.
Andrew Kevin Walker (Seven)
In this game that we’re playing, we can’t win. Some kinds of failure are better than other kinds, that’s all.
George Orwell (Nineteen Eighty-Four)
Indizio: l'autore in questione ha scritto dieci romanzi, e la metà di questi sono stati oggetto di adattamenti cinematografici.
The time between the notes relates the colour to the scenes
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love
As song and chance develop time, lost social temperance rules above
Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race
I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place
Jon Anderson & Steve Howe (Close to the Edge)
What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
George R. R. Martin (A Game of Thrones)
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
So hard to earn, so easily burned
In the fullness of time,
A garden to nurture and protect
It's a measure of a life
The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
The way you live, the gifts that you give
In the fullness of time,
It's the only return that you expect
Neil Peart (The Garden)
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, ‘The world is a fine place, and worth fighting for.’ I agree with the second part.
Andrew Kevin Walker (Seven)
In this game that we’re playing, we can’t win. Some kinds of failure are better than other kinds, that’s all.
George Orwell (Nineteen Eighty-Four)
Per numero di romanzi e argomento apparente potrebbe essere Mauro Corona...ma di lui non ho mai letto nulla.
Non è lui. L'autore è americano.
The time between the notes relates the colour to the scenes
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love
As song and chance develop time, lost social temperance rules above
Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race
I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place
Jon Anderson & Steve Howe (Close to the Edge)
What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
George R. R. Martin (A Game of Thrones)
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
So hard to earn, so easily burned
In the fullness of time,
A garden to nurture and protect
It's a measure of a life
The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
The way you live, the gifts that you give
In the fullness of time,
It's the only return that you expect
Neil Peart (The Garden)
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, ‘The world is a fine place, and worth fighting for.’ I agree with the second part.
Andrew Kevin Walker (Seven)
In this game that we’re playing, we can’t win. Some kinds of failure are better than other kinds, that’s all.
George Orwell (Nineteen Eighty-Four)
Altro indizio: il genere del romanzo è post-apocalittico.
The time between the notes relates the colour to the scenes
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love
As song and chance develop time, lost social temperance rules above
Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race
I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place
Jon Anderson & Steve Howe (Close to the Edge)
What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
George R. R. Martin (A Game of Thrones)
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
So hard to earn, so easily burned
In the fullness of time,
A garden to nurture and protect
It's a measure of a life
The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
The way you live, the gifts that you give
In the fullness of time,
It's the only return that you expect
Neil Peart (The Garden)
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, ‘The world is a fine place, and worth fighting for.’ I agree with the second part.
Andrew Kevin Walker (Seven)
In this game that we’re playing, we can’t win. Some kinds of failure are better than other kinds, that’s all.
George Orwell (Nineteen Eighty-Four)
Io penso di sapere il libro e l'autore, ma non ho letto il libro in questione. quindi per ora aspetto qualcuno che magari l'ha fatto.
È Frittella il nostro Re
Fa i pasticci, fa i bignè
Io ne mangio pure tre
È Frittella il nostro Re!!!
You're mine. Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first we'll live.
La cosa bella di essere guardiani? l'affetto con cui veniamo ripagati, ma anche il rispetto, la riconoscenza. E' un impegno che dà molto onore e tanta gloria (Cit @Maya )
Un altro indizio: il romanzo è stato premiato con un Pulitzer.
The time between the notes relates the colour to the scenes
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love
As song and chance develop time, lost social temperance rules above
Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race
I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place
Jon Anderson & Steve Howe (Close to the Edge)
What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
George R. R. Martin (A Game of Thrones)
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
So hard to earn, so easily burned
In the fullness of time,
A garden to nurture and protect
It's a measure of a life
The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
The way you live, the gifts that you give
In the fullness of time,
It's the only return that you expect
Neil Peart (The Garden)
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, ‘The world is a fine place, and worth fighting for.’ I agree with the second part.
Andrew Kevin Walker (Seven)
In this game that we’re playing, we can’t win. Some kinds of failure are better than other kinds, that’s all.
George Orwell (Nineteen Eighty-Four)
Idem come Lady Monica, anch'io mi sono fatto un'idea precisa, confermata da quest'ultimo indizio... ma non ho letto niente di quest'autore (se è quello) 
Potete fare un sorteggio per decidere chi darà la risposta. 
The time between the notes relates the colour to the scenes
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love
As song and chance develop time, lost social temperance rules above
Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race
I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place
Jon Anderson & Steve Howe (Close to the Edge)
What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
George R. R. Martin (A Game of Thrones)
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
So hard to earn, so easily burned
In the fullness of time,
A garden to nurture and protect
It's a measure of a life
The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
The way you live, the gifts that you give
In the fullness of time,
It's the only return that you expect
Neil Peart (The Garden)
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, ‘The world is a fine place, and worth fighting for.’ I agree with the second part.
Andrew Kevin Walker (Seven)
In this game that we’re playing, we can’t win. Some kinds of failure are better than other kinds, that’s all.
George Orwell (Nineteen Eighty-Four)
Lol
No, direi di aspettare ancora fino a domani per vedere se li ultimi indizi accendono la lampadina a qualcuno che abbia letto il libro, altrimenti tocca a Lady Monica 
(sempre ammesso che abbiamo in mente lo stesso libro, e che sia quello giusto )
Do un ultimo suggerimento e vediamo come va entro domani: il precedente romanzo dell'autore è più famoso, specialmente per via del pluripremiato film che ne è stato tratto.
The time between the notes relates the colour to the scenes
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love
As song and chance develop time, lost social temperance rules above
Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race
I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place
Jon Anderson & Steve Howe (Close to the Edge)
What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
George R. R. Martin (A Game of Thrones)
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
So hard to earn, so easily burned
In the fullness of time,
A garden to nurture and protect
It's a measure of a life
The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
The way you live, the gifts that you give
In the fullness of time,
It's the only return that you expect
Neil Peart (The Garden)
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, ‘The world is a fine place, and worth fighting for.’ I agree with the second part.
Andrew Kevin Walker (Seven)
In this game that we’re playing, we can’t win. Some kinds of failure are better than other kinds, that’s all.
George Orwell (Nineteen Eighty-Four)
La strada di Cormac McCarthy? Il precedente libro di cui parli è Non è un paese per vecchi?
Esatto!
The time between the notes relates the colour to the scenes
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love
As song and chance develop time, lost social temperance rules above
Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race
I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place
Jon Anderson & Steve Howe (Close to the Edge)
What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
George R. R. Martin (A Game of Thrones)
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
So hard to earn, so easily burned
In the fullness of time,
A garden to nurture and protect
It's a measure of a life
The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
The way you live, the gifts that you give
In the fullness of time,
It's the only return that you expect
Neil Peart (The Garden)
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, ‘The world is a fine place, and worth fighting for.’ I agree with the second part.
Andrew Kevin Walker (Seven)
In this game that we’re playing, we can’t win. Some kinds of failure are better than other kinds, that’s all.
George Orwell (Nineteen Eighty-Four)
Pur non essendo d’alto lignaggio, abitiamo in un castello, o schloss come dicono qui, della Stiria. Avere una piccola rendita in questo remoto angolo di mondo è qualcosa, e otto o novemila sovrane all’anno fanno miracoli. In patria
la nostra rendita sarebbe a malapena bastata a far di noi gente facoltosa. Mio padre è inglese e inglese è il mio nome, sebbene non sia mai stata in quell’isola. Ma qui, in questo luogo selvaggio e solitario, ogni cosa è così meravigliosamente destituita di valore, che non vedo come altro denaro potrebbe aumentare la nostra agiatezza e persino il nostro fasto. Mio padre era un funzionario dell’impero asburgico e quando lasciò il servizio effettivo, il vitalizio e il patrimonio gli consentirono di acquistare questa dimora feudale e la proprietà terriera sulla quale si trova, un vero affare.
