might be enough to repeat aloud the title of this booklet to understand the content already and the history that brings.
Far be it from me then praise or denigrate the work of Paul Village, it's not my job. And, to tell the truth, he debuted in the same premise goes like this: "I can not write in Italian" , a symptom that there are no educational purpose. Short stories, written as they would write a kid, the only difference being that he knew the not-so-hidden moral which is the basis of these fragments of everyday life. No frills, no pretension. The average Italian struggling with its miseries and its moral poverty, slavery and with the television duopoly-permanent place to live for nothing really, except his own survival and maybe a trip out of town on Sunday. Basically anything that kills a man.
Fantozzi - The antimicrobial by definition - we all know, there's nothing else to add. Everything there is to say has already been said or seen.
"He ran to his room and shut the door violently on the finger that was mangled in a car. Not even cried, but it seems (and this is just a rumor concierge level) who have wept in silence with great dignity. "
" He decided to take the twelve thousand pounds of gym-pizzeria and resigned herself to grow old as those who do not have the money lamb. "
" "will ... not saying who is your mother, but I know that the profession was in fact ... you better know it too, son a dog, because now you are adult referee ... I suck ... come here and re smash your face ... " They were obviously directed at all offended boss, colleagues and all those who humiliated him during the week ever since. "
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