During this time I try to keep me very busy. The last year of college carry, although as usual there are always many things to do and little time to do so; plus is again Like every year the usual pursuit of various professors in search of useful information. I am increasingly convinced that the Italian university is an excellent school of survival: if you come out alive you have the nerves so firm that not even the Big One can destroy you. However apart from that, I'm working hard to finally finish my course. After that I do not know what will happen, of course I'd like to do something inherent to that to which I have always dedicated with passion, but obviously the first useful work will be accepted because I believe that one has to start somewhere. With humility and patience.
And now you ask ... but what are the mysteries of the title? Well, the whole paragraph does not start central un'emerita bat with what I'm going to say now. But no matter, after all is a profound advocate that the stream of consciousness of Joyce is one of the coolest literary inventions of recent centuries, and then try to accept it. So I prefer not to solve the mysteries that relate to the human soul, especially a human soul.
In your opinion, how should it be classified at the psychological level, a person who until last year there confided his thoughts, waiting for you to eat, and drink coffee together, and now there is like a ghost, it speaks to you becomes grim when you enter a room if it comes out so fast that even Speedy Gonzales potrebbbe keep up?
What do you say, best bitch, crazy or both?
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