... taste and eat the dust of trifles
references.
(Nietzsche, Utilities and give the story)
René Campofilone I had as a colleague for over thirty years. In this long period of time, I think I exchanged with him no more than two or three sentences per year, almost all insulting.
Although these verbal exchanges were rare, our mutual dislike was renewed every day when we met, I was a grimace of disgust, he gestures superstitious.
In the end, not due to a supervening mild or goodwill, but an excess of hate that was almost exhausting, we made a tacit armistice, prefer to ignore.
René Campofilone arrived in the Library, when he was little more than a boy, after finishing high school. I know him so many years, but I do not know almost nothing about him.
E 'tall and straight and walks with a calm so slow as to seem arrogant. As a young man had a beautiful face and gray eyes, looking all cool and with a little 'contempt.
was difficult, in the ordinary world of employees, not to be struck by something so unusual and not give credit to Campofilone of great intellectual gifts and character.
He also wrote La Rochefoucauld: "There is an elevation that is a certain air which distinguishes us and seems destined for great things. [...] It 's because of this quality that we usurp the respect and admiration of other men. "
In the early seventies, Campofilone arrived in the library every morning, bringing the arm Il Manifesto, Wrestling The continuous and daily workers, and the bar, at every break, saw him absorbed in reading. Must be a great revolutionary! I wonder how many ideas! thought by many.
the lively gatherings of those years, he always sat at the bottom, in the back rows, and not taking the floor. At first, when there was a euphoric unanimity, his silence did not seem strange, in fact I looked like a proof of nobility: it was necessary to add words to things already known and predictable repeated many times and shared by all.
When, however, unanimity political and cultural union of those meetings ended and it was clear to all the artificial nature of the slogans and emphatic fashion that had sustained, René Campofilone continued to remain silent: silent forever and more than thirty years has never opened his mouth and never has taken the pen to write or sign a document.
This did not prevent him, however, to make fun, chat in the corridor, the ideas of others and especially of mine, who were very isolated. There has never been one of my wheel or my speech at the meeting that have raised his approval or at least his public reprimand.
I waited for a long time with great curiosity that he expose himself in some way, expressing their ideas or their own preference, but it was a vain expectation.
There was, however, the cunning of not wanting to discover, thus showing some vulnerable point, which prompted him to never take place. They were rather indifference and laziness, as I finally understood.
And his indifference was a universal quality. Campofilone was not only indifferent to the life of the Library, which is absolutely legitimate, but was indifferent to everything.
The only thing I ever did was vibrate the fear of losing his job in the Pacific and seek scholarly compilation. I could easily understand the desire for tranquility and isolation of a man so Forastiere, if he had not given up regularly (only in hallways) to sarcasm to the ideas of others. A guy that could not meet with Professor Piero Innocenti, and in fact, occasionally helped him, on his rivistine, in one of his empty and acrimonious controversy.
Every now and then, tired of waiting for a gesture or a thought interesting and original, curious to know what Campofilone hiding behind his sarcastic manner, I teased, to his great irritation, criticized for having a combative appearance but a defeatist mood.
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