Eleven years ago, ie on 17 February 1998, also Tuesday, died in Wilflingen, Ernst Jünger. He was 103 years.
What is the point to remember this date? It's just an excuse to remember. An excuse no coincidence, because today I was about to reread one of his books, and read the prologue noticed the coincidence of dates. As I said, no chance.
So that, an excuse to remind Jünger, to enhance the reading of his works. Back to your thoughts, experiences, imagination.
course it is not difficult to return to an author as well. It is, rather, inevitable. And necessary.
Jünger is the look of the twentieth century. Is the sharp and steady voice. Sometimes painful, always lucid, particularly beautiful in its deployment.
is an author who adheres. One carries it and have it there, near the ear. Always.
The wind wanted to blow often, very often, in the pages of this wonderful ambushed.
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