Curzio Malaparte and his dog. Received this quote in an email from an old friend:
Today I live on an Island, in a house which is sad, hard, severe, that I built for myself, solitary on a shere rock over the sea: a house that is the spectre, the secret image of a prison. The image of my nostalgia. Maybe I never desired, not even then, to escape from jail. Man is not meant to live freely in freedom, but to be free inside a prison.
That is a thing that I love to read!
