Correzioni

I said that style is your attitude towards the person you are talking to.

But now I say that to have style means to be yourself.

Tell me who your friend is and I will tell you who you are.

“To be yourself” and “to know your companion” are one and the same.

When I started to write my essays I already knew who I was: an ugly duckling.

And I realised that not even my eloquence would convince the typical ducks.

So there was nothing for me to try.

I learnt to speak clearly whilst I worked at school but to reach the same level as the pupils outside working hours So I immediately being to write for my own kind, that is, for the ugly ducklings.

The ugly duckling goes along its own path aimlessly.

All the big roads, railways and highways lead from one poultry yard to another and at each yard a bird will be pecked.

So he goes along, away from the big roads along the path where there will be trees, bushes, hills and maybe puddles or perhaps a lake… But nothing else.

You need to go on and on.

With one, well, hope that: this journey with no destination has its own hidden and inner purpose.

What I’m writing is for the ugly ducklings.

For those who don’t want to find the other poultry yard, but themselves.

If you don’t want this, if you like some sort of enhanced/adavanced poultry yard, then don’t read any further.

This isn’t for you.

This isn’t your journey.

I don’t want to tempt you and make you unhappy, to mislead you.

By all means travel by bus or train… But I’m walking.

Anderson’s duckling, finds a pond with swans in it and it looks into the water and sees that he too is a swan.

After that, there is nothing left for him to look for.

Everything has been found.

I think that with real-life ugly ducklings, this perhaps only happens in paradise.

And on Earth, the ugly duckling is still a duckling.

Although inside it may feel like a swan.

What is more, I am convinced that every ugly duckling has a pair of unopened swan wings, much like Napoleon’s soldiers and the marshal batons.

The ugly duckling can learn to fly.

It can experience the feeling of height over and over… Yet, on Earth it will again be an ugly ducking.