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Tomorrow is not lecture institutions ontology.

E 'a course that I like although there is half of Heidegger, that of "not being, is more like something good."

institutions is a course that I like it because the last time there was talk of Sartre's Nausea, and I was reminded of my folder of technique on which I had transcribed a piece taken from that wonderful book.

My math teacher asked me if it was the story of one who was not so good. The Nausea understand?

My math teacher was not a highly esteemed person. She even.

Oh well.

tomorrow and then I go to Milan in the late morning and this means that we may be able to sit during the journey.

Today I did stand up to listening to Laura Veirs Magenta and sitting on a piece of a free press to step up to the Central listening to Vampire Weekend, who are really cool.

Walden I'm almost done, I'm holding two pages for tonight, so I have intelligent thoughts need to sleep well.

Today the underground I fell back in the vicious circle of germs.

I started thinking about all the germs that had in head, hands, the germs that ran on the seats of the train, those on the meter at the bottom of my bag that I support anywhere, on the handrail of the stairs at the university.

I felt like Howard Hughes.

I thought back to last year when I was kindly offered some free samples of gel Amuchina, capable, in their view, to neutralize any germs present on the palm of the hand in 15 seconds.

That is stuff that I'm passing tissue on the hands and chest to operate a commuter in conditions of absolute hygiene. I also thought about buying but then I was only four and five minutes to € germ-trotting toward the train was going back home through the fog of rice and a pale moon is also blurred by the germs.

And 'I do not feel ready yet to take me behind the t-shirt to support the seats of the train, I'm so old intolerant of deviance in the world.

"It seemed that he had no companions in the universe, and that he enjoyed so alone;

it also seemed that it did not need the other company in the morning and the ether to play with. [...]

Master air, it seemed to regard with the land only for an egg hatched some time ago in the cleft of a steep rock

-or was it built its nest in the primary of a cloud, woven with the ornaments of the rainbow and the sunset, and lined the soft summer steam, taken from the earth.

Today its nest on some steep cloud. "

Walden-Life in the woods-pg 392