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E la vita, essere calvo e un po’ grigio,

languido fastidioso e floscio, attende,

con il cappello e con i guanti in mano,

tutto a puntino in abito e cravatta

(soltanto un po’ seccato del ritardo)

sulla soglia del l’assoluto. 

And Life, a little bald and grey,

Languid, fastidious, and bland,

Waits, hat and gloves in hand, 

Punctilious of tie and suit

(Somewhat impatient of delay)

On the doorstep of the Absolute. 

T.S. Eliot

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