vivin_c @ 2008-09-16T11: 51:00
Numismatics is the only form of men's dressing room where, instead of those who have it longer, you do those who have best preserved.
Very often I paused to reflect on the small quirks, idiosyncrasies, psychopathology everyday, mainly because they live a lot on my skin, yet are mostly immune from the syndrome of collecting. I love the possession itself, but a Once I satisfy my desire temporary, difficult to devote the attention to the object that the true manic collector uses against his fetish.
I think the difference was exemplified by some British scientist who made a distinction between Don Juan and Casanova, the first put in the battery (In Italy six hundred and forty; In Germany, two hundred and thirty; hundred in France, Turkey, ninety; In Spain already one thousand and three) and was the spectacle of music and magic (you thrombus and then disappear), according to the courting, he returned to see how they were, they tied. Second, let's face it, was to be a big pain in the ass.
So when I see a true collector, I'm always admired and a little thrilled, as if a very exotic circus had arrived in the city: the true collector, it is not interesting in itself, but it gets a lot when you interface with others who share his passion: it is at that moment that breaks out, and then it turns out that what the rest of the world is something quite insignificant in itself holds a world without that passion, we can only observe from the outside. Obviously, they are right those who continue to believe the object in itself insignificant. For example I do
collection of truffles purple Bengali, a rare variety that not only smells your risotto, but it stinks of a child who has just had a resurgence. E you?
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