Lonny Zone stepped forward, tall and cadaverous, moving with the slow undersea grace of his addiction.

I wish my name was Brian because maybe sometimes people would misspell my name and call me Brain. That&#39;s like a free compliment and you don&#39;t even gotta be smart to notice it.

He understood then that all his exploits as a reporter, the feats that had won him such recognition and fame, were merely an attempt to keep his most ancient fears at bay, a stratagem for taking refuge behind a lens to test whether reality was more tolerable from that perspective.

Forse al vecchietto vennero delle specie di lacrime agli occhi, ma era impossibile dirlo, perché gli occhi dei vecchi piangono sempre un po'.

Written By Alessandro Baricco

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