Grosso, barbuto, nerboruto e tatuato, una specie di orco.
Poi però leggo certe cose e mi viene da piangere. Che soggetto.
Neil Gaiman ha (ri)sposato, stavolta legalmente, la sua adorata Amanda.
What can I say, Neil, after what you wished for us?
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
You left me speechless. Not only for your heartwarming words, but because you did it.
I can only repeat myself: all the best, and only the best, for you and your beloved family, quadrupeds included.