Incipit: At sixteen I was a real beauty. Her face was a perfect oval, narrow at the temples and a bit wide at the bottom, the long eyes, large and sweet, straight nose in one line with the forehead, mouth large, with beautiful lips, red, fleshy, and If I laughed, I showed regular and very white teeth. Adriana Thus begins by describing herself, physically and then move to tell his story, the events that led it to become a prostitute. Events that she passively and without rebelling.
fell in love with Gino, a driver of a rich family Rome, pursuing his dreams of marriage and happy family within the walls of a small house to put up with his beloved.
But the discovery that her boyfriend will do about the force to put an end to his dreams, and so, overnight, perhaps driven by the mother's projects, he decided that never again love anyone and will use her body to seduce and gain.
Adriana is basically good, does not hate anyone and justify all the evil that is done. And 'perhaps his way of being that leads her to make a living making and to submit passively to whatever happens.
There are many characters that come in a short time in life and in the rooms the protagonist, who, despite the work that takes place, it remains poor.
The thing I like about Moravia is the way in which probes the psyche of the characters, moods, states of mind. The novel flows slowly, without a lot of events that fate particularly the attention of the reader, who is inclined to go for the pity he feels against Adriana and hope to finally see some light, something good in her sad existence.
* I was born in the house of the railroad, the chalet was the same effect, probably, to the inhabitants of the house, which I so envied, the richest and biggest mansions affluent neighborhoods of the city. So everyone puts their own paradise in hell for others.
* I, all the times I've been offended, and have often been to my poverty, simplicity and solitude, I have always felt the desire to forgive the offender and the offense as soon forget. If some change is in me, after the attack, it does not occur in my demeanor or my appearance, but more profoundly, in my mind that closes on itself as a healthy meat and blood that he received a wound and shall as soon as possible to heal. But the scars remain, and these changes are almost unaware of the soul always definitive.
* For a moment I stood wide-eyed in the dark, without thinking anything. "I'm a bitch," I finally said aloud, to see what effect I did. It seemed to me that I did no effect, and closed my eyes, I fell asleep almost immediately.
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