A chronicle of madness? One, No One, and One Hundred Thousand by Luigi Pirandello – roughghostsIt 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!
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One, No One and a Hundred Thousand
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He blames his passivity and indecisiveness on a fault in his character and upbringing: Unfortunately, both because I had never encountered obstacles that aroused in me the will resist and to assert myself somehow in front of others and myself, of my appearance, I am not saying it isn't. A usurer. Was the same thing true of my onf. It may be so.
Published in , it recounts the tragedy of Vitangelo Moscarda, a man who struggles to reclaim a coherent and unitary identity for himself in the face of an inherently social and multi—faceted world. What would Moscarda identity tragedy look like today?
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To be born is a fact. Time, space: necessity. Fate, fortune, chance: all snares of life. You want to be, eh? The being must be trapped in a form, and for some time it has to stay in it, here or there, this way or that. And everything, as long as it lasts, bears the penalty of its form, the penalty of being this way and no longer being able to be otherwise. In a world obsessed with identity politics, there seems to be a considerable currency placed on defining and understanding oneself in relation to others.
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Pirandello won the Nobel Prize for Literature in ""for his bold and ingenious revival of dramatic and scenic art. For those who have concluded. Delightful hours spent in this room, which to you is so beautiful? No trivia or quizzes yet?