As you read Q fifteen hundred in there you really are. I really feel the smell of wetlands German, Dutch sea and the lagoon of Venice. Can you smell the stench of taverns in the villages, the blood mixed with the sweat of the common people, the shouts and curses of the battles are a distant echo that silence becomes noise when around you.
's not so different from humanity described in this now famous pen fantastic team of writers from today, dazed and confused lost. To this point lost by confining labile in certainties, values \u200b\u200band questionable practices abhorrent to have something to hold on to give her strength. Affected by a deadly evil that exists only in his fears.
It is not that different, in relation to the social context of the revolution brought about by the press than the one brought by the Internet, especially for the opportunities that led to form new communities of discussion (forum), to give birth to criticism, to multiply the views educating so critical assent, or dissent when necessary. How then
resembles Anton Fugger banking empire to today's Merrill Lynch and Goldman Sachs, so vast that even the German princes and cardinals to submit to his will, but it really depends exclusively on the trust and credibility that the populace agrees recognize them.
the end is inevitable then that the captain of disobedience it your way, because as you scroll through the pages and exalt you tired and you regret and rises with him. Why was a man in love with the good old Gert did not want a better future in the afterlife, but just this once. Because it was a life that has not even crossed his eyes upward to wait for a sign, but to fix the eyes of a thousand coloratissii characters that lay before to understand and learn. You see, half a millennium ago it was said Anabaptist anarchist, but the substance was the same. Being Anabaptists wanted to cultivate the emotions that man was created to try, including the hatred and contempt for those who like the Church that denied him (and continuing) and those of the Church I wanted another different only in form.
no hierarchy, no moral superiority, no bank, no merchant too clever and busy with other matters.
Q is also the story of a man of fanatical men and Stakhanov of life. A man who has never lost even without winning once, so charismatic that it is the only character to hold together all that precious fresco of over 600 pages. Adieu
Capitaine.
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