No luxury and no comfort, no delight and no pleasure, no new liberty and no new discovery, no praise and no flattery, which we may enjoy on our journey, will mean anything to us if we have forgotten the purpose of our travels, and the end of our labours (Isaiah Berlin)
17 junho 2008
Estava um calor de morte
NYC atingiu os máximos desde 1925. Um forno. Mas soube bem.