tell can be read in parallel with the parable of the Good Samaritan, but without the final animated by brotherly love. In light of the current situation means that we are pretty bad combination, because outside help. The slugs seem to be more charitable and even the bullet, unless it be interpreted as art from an aesthetic of dubious taste. It means, however, that we / we can get away by themselves. How ironic ...
of a man in a ditch. Parabola
Turi Prison, June 17, 1931 Dearest
Julca,
I received your package, dated for several months and several days. Your letters have made me remember the newbie a French writer little known, Lucien Jean, I think, was a clerk in a municipal government of Paris. The novel is titled "A man in a ditch." Try to remember. A man had lived heavily one night, maybe he drank too much, perhaps the sight of beautiful women still had a bit 'dazed, left the meeting after he had gone a bit' zig-zag down the street, fell into a ditch . It was very dark, the body gets stuck between the rocks and bushes, was a bit 'scared and did not move for fear of falling further back. The bushes are ricomposero on him,
the snails crawled upon the silvered (perhaps perched on a toad's heart, to hear the heartbeat, and in reality because considered him to be still alive). They spent the hour came in the morning and the first glow of dawn began to pass people. The man began to scream for help. He approached a man wearing glasses, a scientist who was returning home after working in his study experimentally. - What is it? "He asked. - I want out of the ditch, the man replied
. - Ah, ah! would you leave the pit! And what do you know of will, free will, the servant will? Would you, would you! Always like ignorance. You know one thing: you were standing by the laws of static and you fell for the laws of motion. That ignorance, but ignorance! - And walked away shaking his head all indignant. Other steps were heard. New invocations of man. He approached a farmer who wore a pig on a leash to be sold, and smoked his pipe: - Ah, ah! you have fallen into the ditch, eh! You're drunk, you had fun and you fell into the ditch. And why did not you go to sleep as I did? - And walked away, punctuated by step with the grunt of the pig. And then came an artist, who groaned because the man wanted to leave the ditch was so beautiful, everything from silver slugs, with a halo of herbs and wild flowers in the head, he was so pathetic! - Passed a minister of God, who began to rail against the depravity of the city that he enjoyed while he slept and a brother had fallen into the ditch, and exalted ran away to make a terrible sermon at the next mass. So the man remained in the ditch, until he looked around and saw exactly where he fell, broke free, he bucked, he lever arms and legs, stood up and walked out of the ditch with his own strength . I do not know if I gave you a taste of the story, and if it is very appropriate. But at least in part, I think so: you yourself do not write me that the reason none of the two doctors who have seen recently, and has left others decide if now you want to be stronger. I do not think there is even a bit 'in these feelings of despair: I think they are very sensible. Should burn all the past and rebuild a whole vita nuova: non bisogna lasciarsi schiacciare dalla vita vissuta finora, o almeno bisogna conservare solo ciò che fu costruttivo e anche bello. Bisogna uscire dal fosso e buttare via il rospo dal cuore.
Cara Julca, ti abbraccio teneramente, Antonio
da Lettere dal carcere di
Antonio Gramsci
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