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At first he only notices small differences in how he sees himself and how others do; but his self-examination quickly becomes relentless, dizzying, leading to often darkly comic results as Vitangelo decides that he must demolish that version of himself that others see. It arrives at the most extreme conclusions, the farthest consequences. Luigi Pirandello — was an Italian novelist, short-story writer, and playwright. His best-known works include the novel The Late Mattia Pascal , in which the narrator one day discovers that he has been declared dead, as well as the groundbreaking plays Six Characters in Search of an Author and Henry IV , which prefigured the Theater of the Absurd. He was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in William Weaver — was a renowned translator who brought some of the most interesting Italian works into English.

One no one and one hundred thousand pdf full book

Share your interactive ePaper on all platforms and on your website with our embed function. In an autobiographical letter, published in , the author refers to this work as the bitterest of all, profoundly humoristic, about the decomposition of life Extended embed settings. You have already flagged this document. Thank you, for helping us keep this platform clean. The editors will have a look at it as soon as possible. This ePaper is currently not available for download. Your ePaper is waiting for publication! This will ensure high visibility and many readers! You can find your publication here:. Design embed now. Share Embed Flag. No tags were found You also want an ePaper?

At the end of a week, moreover, a certain acquaintance accosted me; he appeared to be perplexed, and asked me if it was true that, every time he went to speak, he inadvertently contracted his left eyebrow.

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It hurts me a little, when I take hold of it. I was twenty-eight years old; and up to now, I had always looked upon my nose as being, if not altogether handsome, at least a very respectable sort of nose, as might have been said of all the other parts of my person. So far as that was concerned, I had been ready to admit and maintain a point that is customarily admitted and maintained by all those who have not had the misfortune to bring a deformed body into the world, namely, that it is silly to indulge in any vanity over one's personal lineaments. And yet, the unforeseen, unexpected discovery of this particular defect angered me like an undeserved punishment. It may be that my wife saw through this anger of mine; for she quickly added that, if I was under the firm and comforting impression of being wholly without blemishes, it was one of which I might rid myself; since, just as my nose sagged to the right—. Yes, there was something else! Something else!

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Extended embed settings. Cancel Overwrite Save. Pirandello, Luigi: One, None and a hundred-thousand. Was the same thing true of my voice, of my appearance? At first, I thought it might be because my emotions were too complicated, my thoughts too abstruse, my tastes too out of the ordinary, and that for this reason my wife, failing frequently to comprehend them, proceeded to disguise them. All that I see here, if you will permit me to say so, is the thing of which I am conscious in myself at this moment, a tremendous sottishness, that renders your face, and my own as well no doubt, those of a pair of blessed idiots, but which we attribute to the earth and to the plants, since they appear to live for the sake of living, and could only go on living in such a sottishness as this. Do you see how well we have worked them over? If I did not wish myself or feel myself to be as I saw myself, then it was a stranger to me as well, since in addition to those features which it had, it might have had yet others. By the time the moment in which I fixed it with my gaze was past, it was already another; as witness the fact that it was no longer what I had been as a boy, and was not yet what I should be as an old man; and here I was today endeavoring to recognize it in the one of yesterday, and so on. There I was, whipped, burdened with my own thoughts, with a very disgusted countenance. Copyright laws differ throughout the world, and it may still be under copyright in some countries. The very mistake that leads me to tell you, you have another one ahead of you. Just as if he did not know it! I at once imagined that everybody, now that my wife had made the discovery, must be aware of those same bodily defects, and that they must see nothing else in me.

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Whether they be of beech, of walnut or of fir, your furnishings, embodying the memories of your fireside intimacy, are impregnated with the special atmosphere that lingers in every house, and which gives to our lives something that is almost an odor, one that makes itself felt all the more strongly at a distance; which is to say, that no sooner do we enter another house than we are at once aware of a different atmosphere. To be born is a fact. If I did not wish myself or feel myself to be as I saw myself, then it was a stranger to me as well, since in addition to those features which it had, it might have had yet others. What do they understand of it all? I would have you be persuaded at least of this. For the reason that he has in himself that something, a stranger to itself, which impels him to build, and to transform after his own fashion the raw material which ignorant and, when she chooses to be, perhaps patient Nature offers him. Dida, my wife, had neither dominated me nor made a substitution. No, it would not do. It is to be noted, I am saying, that others do not attribute and cannot attribute to this father of ours the reality that we are in the habit of attributing to him. No tags were found I had never paid any attention to him, nor cared to know who he was or how he lived. You did not speak Turkish, no. In the bitterness of my secret shame, I made an effort to summon up a voice that would not appear too strange:. A good lad but wild.