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Amidst the horror, it's the only thing we can really have faith in AT THE crack of dawn on Monday, I was awoken in my Venice bedroom by the awful wailing sound of a klaxon, like an air-raid siren, halfurgency, half-desolation.
When I rushed to my window and found that the waters of the lagoon were already flooding the lane outside, lapping against doors and swirling with flotsam towards the Piazza San Marco, it occurred to me that there was something allegorical to the scene.See the full content of this document
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Kindness
Sweet Christmas had come and gone. Another year in history's fateful sequence was about to open.
The spectacle of that surging flood down there, about to throw the grand old city into discomfort, brought into my mind images of tears, of course, of disappointment, of disillusion, but also of decency.F...See the full content of this document
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