Sulle ginocchia di Pirandello

 “Pirandello, sitting with his hands resting on his side, stared at me. His look was still, focused, merciless. Deeply hostile. The look of someone who is not standing in front of a deluded but certainly happy child, but in front of an egg or a baby snake. Pirandello’s look – which I have seen many other times in many other eyes - hurt me forever"