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Oh, I’ll miss my study here at the Bellagio Center. Only 3 by 4 meters, its side walls lined with a bookcase and old prints of Roma and Verona, it has a window fronting the desk.
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[Summary] => Rarefied and remarkably stimulating has been the company I’ve been enjoying at Rockefeller Foundation’s Bellagio Center. From my first day onwards, it’s been nothing less than dizzying cycles of striking up friendships and, sadly, bidding farewells to predecessors who had completed their four-week terms.
In any international company, of course I’d hit it off instantly with a Scotsman. And this idyllic sojourn at Villa Serbelloni has not been an exception.
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[Title] => Of Bellagio: Che bella, bellissima
[Summary] => What does one do for an encore after Bellagio? What will it take to get through imaginably severe withdrawal pangs once the sojourn is over? In the first place, how did one deserve such an idyllic period of beauty and tranquility?
Pardon the mundane rhetoric, but only such modest queries this side of incredulity may introduce eventual journal entries.
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In any international company, of course I’d hit it off instantly with a Scotsman. And this idyllic sojourn at Villa Serbelloni has not been an exception.
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October 27, 2003 - 12:00am
