Crest Syndrome More Condition_symptoms

If a life is spent

was predictable. The Court of Cassation, declaring that the action that the Attorney General of the Republic of Milan has made a final and enforceable order of the Court of Appeal of Milan, which authorizes the father of Eluana to discontinue nutrition and hydration, raised chants, on the one hand, and tears the other Greeks.
I'm afraid there is hypocrisy on both sides.
Supporters of the triumph of the will to speak of Eluana affirmation of freedom to refuse treatment, but they forget that Eluana can not say, here and now, if that treatment (ie nutrition, hydration, anti-epileptic drugs) still wants them.
Everything is based on the reconstruction of a will "abstract" expressed sixteen years ago, a girl of twenty, probably on the impulse of emotional pitiful spectacle of a friend ended up in intensive care.
How will that is "concrete" and not actual counts. Why Eluana case serves only to bring water to a cause of "progressive" ad una battaglia "di libertà", all'affermazione di un principio di libera scelta, in un caso in cui quella scelta non può essere manifestata da chi dovrebbe.
Anche gli altri, però, che gridano all'eutanasia di stato, non colgono nel segno: qui non si tratta di una persona cosciente e senziente che, al colmo della sofferenza fisica, chiede di essere "lasciata andare" e anzi accompagnata, senza dolore, alla morte. Né il decreto della Corte d'Appello di Milano né la sentenza della Cassazione autorizzano a sostenere che chiunque possa rivolgersi a un giudice per chiedere l'eutanasia, che nel nostro ordinamento non è ammessa, ed anzi è punita penalmente, come aiuto al suicidio.
Il punto è terribilmente simple: there is a young woman in a permanent vegetative state, which might not ever wake up or wake up tomorrow, but only God knows, and a family that wants to put an end to this life "suspended."
The point is that we "healthy" are actually sentient and conscious, we have an idea of \u200b\u200blife and not know what Eluana really feel, how you feel, if in his vegetative state still has some life but weak link with the outside if maybe something dreams.
Perhaps the most difficult that it is impossible to establish the boundary between a life purely "organic", as if life was not primarily biological, and life as a human being, and that Eluana however, not because he does not speak, not hear, does not communicate , remains a human being, with all its dignity. The choice of
Beppino reminds me of an old and beautiful film "Sophie's Choice" that does not have to repent when, after compliance with the (alleged) desire to Eluana his reason for living, one notices when Eluana there will be no more, which no longer has any reason to live.

Herpis More Condition_symptoms

Another novel? But how and why?

I will write a new novel, after the now distant 1999, published in 2004 (the treasures of Pompey).
But I know you write too much and maybe we read too little.
why I'm mainly reading, and even literature, apart from a little something to Deaver, who is an excellent (the best) professional in general criminalistics. My
agraphia coincides with the idea that we should say things that really worth it, that tell a bit of life and world of universal value, that help the reader to share and identify with what they read, and who writes win, nobility, narcissistic impulse that essentially writes itself.
The other day I went to the Galleria Alberto Sordi Feltrinelli di Roma (but the largest is provided, at least in Rome, is to Largo di Torre Argentina), and took me a sense of alienation among many covers and spines of books, all the authors, many titles, in paperback or economic issues, the variety of sizes.
Here To write something that is too small, but in which every word is and what makes sense, and live more than thirty seconds in the attention of the reader, and can be searched and researched, and always generates some new idea, some good points, some response in what should be the conversation between the soul of those who wrote and soul of the reader.
I may be unreceptive, or go through a phase of aridity, but no title at this time, except for the classic (which is not just the classics-classics, but also Sciascia, Saramago, that is the contemporary classics), he to communicate a consuming desire to read literature.
I seek refuge in the then non-fiction, especially in the history which is basically the mother of literature, because it is the archetype of the story.
Let's see if history can not be born from the desire to tell some story.