2727- Me gusta y me fascina el trabajo. Podría estar sentado horas y horas mirando a otros como trabajan.
(Jerome Klapka)

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2727- Me gusta y me fascina el trabajo. Podría estar sentado horas y horas mirando a otros como trabajan.
(Jerome Klapka)
Tutto sembra piacevole, attraverso il velo del tempo che addolcisce i contorni. Anche la tristezza passata ci sembra dolce. I giorni della nostra fanciullezza ci paiono molto allegri ora, tutti scampagnate in cerca di noci, corse col cerchio e ciambelle allo zenzero. Le sgridate, i mal di denti e i verbi latini, son tutti dimenticati, specialmente i verbi latini. Immaginiamo di essere stati molto felici, quando eravamo adolescenti e innamorati, e vorremmo poter amare ancora. Non pensiamo mai alle pene di cuore, alle notti insonni, all'aspro bruciore della nostra gola quando "lei" ci diceva che non avrebbe mai potuto esser altro che una sorella per noi... come se un uomo desiderasse delle sorelle in più! Sì, è ciò che splende, non l’oscurità, che noi vediamo quando guardiamo indietro. La luce del sole non getta ombre sul passato. La strada che abbiamo percorso si stende piana alle nostre spalle. Non vediamo le pietre taglienti. Indugiamo solo sulle rose al ciglio della via, e i pungenti rovi che ci hanno ferito appaiono ai nostri occhi lontani come gentili viticci che ondeggiano al vento. E ringraziamo Dio, se è così... se la catena del ricordo che sempre si allunga ha solo anelli piacevoli, se l’amarezza e il dolore di oggi saranno oggetto di sorriso domani.
Jerome Klapka
The point where he does resemble his ideal is in his faithfulness. I am fully prepared to allow the shy young man that virtue: he is constant in his love. But the reason is not far to seek. The fact is it exhausts all his stock of courage to look one woman in the face, and it would be simply impossible for him to go through the ordeal with a second. He stands in far too much dread of the whole female sex to want to go gadding about with many of them. One is quite enough for him.
Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow - Jerome, Jerome Klapka
The shy man does have some slight revenge upon society for the torture it inflicts upon him. He is able, to a certain extent, to communicate his misery. He frightens other people as much as they frighten him. He acts like a damper upon the whole room, and the most jovial spirits become in his presence depressed and nervous.
Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow - Jerome, Jerome Klapka
A shy man's lot is not a happy one. The men dislike him, the women despise him, and he dislikes and despises himself. Use brings him no relief, and there is no cure for him except time;
Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow - Jerome, Jerome Klapka
There are many families where the whole interest of life is centered upon the dog. Cats, by the way, rarely suffer from excess of adulation. A cat possesses a very fair sense of the ridiculous, and will put her paw down kindly but firmly upon any nonsense of this kind. Dogs, however, seem to like it. They encourage their owners in the tomfoolery, and the consequence is that in the circles I am speaking of what "dear Fido" has done, does do, will do, won't do, can do, can't do, was doing, is doing, is going to do, shall do, shan't do, and is about to be going to have done is the continual theme of discussion from morning till night.
Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow - Jerome, Jerome Klapka
The world must be rather a rough place for clever people. Ordinary folk dislike them, and as for themselves, they hate each other most cordially.
Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow - Jerome, Jerome Klapka
And when we bury our face in our hands and wish we had never been born, they don't sit up very straight and observe that we have brought it all upon ourselves. They don't even hope it will be a warning to us. But they come up softly and shove their heads against us. If it is a cat she stands on your shoulder, rumples your hair, and says, "Lor,' I am sorry for you, old man," as plain as words can speak; and if it is a dog he looks up at you with his big, true eyes and says with them, "Well you've always got me, you know. We'll go through the world together and always stand by each other, won't we?"
Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow - Jerome, Jerome Klapka