And so, as usual, the old toy, now useless, past, believed unable to surprise again, to entertain, is replaced again.
Not thrown away or left free to be the source of joy for anyone who wants.
Left the corner.
A little out of affection, because after all they have been through a lot together, a little to have entertainment, however sincere in the event that the new toy breaks.
As already happened.
He watches and who knows what he's waiting for.
It was just laid there, the old man.
Think of the past years and the updates made, which in the end is not so obsolete, and strengthens itself.
He thinks that his only desire was to be the main source of joy.
Do you think that he would have been able, that he would have found the strength to become everything he needed.
Remember when it was like this.
He remembers when it was enough for him to look at him to make him smile.
He remembers when he was the one who had the place of honor in the bed, to bring affection and comfort in the dark of nights.
And he remembers the new little promises that were made to him, like the upcoming campground where it would take him.
Before the arrival of the new.
But not now.
Now it's in the corner.
Forced to watch the scene.
In silence.


Jane Austen. A name well known to all of you. Surely many of you have read his books. Perhaps they will also be curious to know where he lived and where he wrote his masterpieces.
I happened by chance to see her house in Bath rented, thinking that her fans want to stay there in order to be inspired by those places where her heart has longed for so much.
 But what a disappointment for me to see his house all remodeled and changed. This is not Jane's house! This looks like any modern English house that anyone could have lived in!
It would have been nicer to see his house, peeling, old, moldy, rather than this luxurious New York-style apartment.
I wonder who could have made such a scampi.
When I saw Virginia Woolf's house years ago, I was impressed that they had kept everything as it was and hadn't renovated anything and touched anything. But this Jane Austen house has been stripped of her own spirit and honestly I will never set foot in it.
Does this look like the nineteenth-century living room where Jane welcomed her guests?
This kitchen looks like something out of a Netflix series, right? And this blue is terrible!!!
Is this really the chair Jane used to read in?

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