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Without Feathers

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Meet Woody Allen... "Today I saw a red-and-yellow sunset and thought, How insignificant I am! Of course, I thought that yesterday, too, and it rained..." Woody Allen's humour defies categorisation. Forever at war with just about everything (himself, women, dentists, the universe...), he plays the role of the all-time loser with riotous aplomb. This book is Woody Allen's guide to coping with what life has to offer - from finding excuses for psychic phenomena to the mysteries of Mensa, from God (or lack of God) to a brief, yet helpful, guide to civil disobedience. This is Woody Allen at his hilarious best - a genius in the tradition of Groucho Marx and James Thurber. A man whose simple artistic ambition is "to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race. And then to see if I can get them mass-produced in plastic".

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Without Feathers, Woody Allen

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1976
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(Copertina rigida),
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Titolo
Without Feathers
Lingua
Inglese
Pubblicato
1976
Formato
Copertina rigida
Serie
Prima pubblicazione
1975
Titolo originale
Without Feathers
Valutazione
4,1 su 5
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Meet Woody Allen... "Today I saw a red-and-yellow sunset and thought, How insignificant I am! Of course, I thought that yesterday, too, and it rained..." Woody Allen's humour defies categorisation. Forever at war with just about everything (himself, women, dentists, the universe...), he plays the role of the all-time loser with riotous aplomb. This book is Woody Allen's guide to coping with what life has to offer - from finding excuses for psychic phenomena to the mysteries of Mensa, from God (or lack of God) to a brief, yet helpful, guide to civil disobedience. This is Woody Allen at his hilarious best - a genius in the tradition of Groucho Marx and James Thurber. A man whose simple artistic ambition is "to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race. And then to see if I can get them mass-produced in plastic".