The Other Side of Celebrities

Author: Gao Jingxuan / Country: Mainland China
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Publish Date: 2006-06-01
Features: Every famous person has their unique achievements and distinct personality traits. Whether it's a master or a leader who leaves a legacy, what is celebrated is their admirable or dazzling side. When celebrities shed their public personas and reveal their true selves, their charming, humorous, or unconventional sides are even more delightful and thought-provoking. The stories of celebrities' "other sides" do not aim to expose flaws or embarrass them, but rather focus on uncovering their wit, humor, and creativity through their emotional journeys and inner thoughts, showcasing their playful, sentimental, and free-spirited nature, complemented by insightful commentary that captures fleeting moments of brilliance. Amid laughter and conversation, their grandeur is revealed.
On the path to honor, Dante was born in Florence, Italy, and lifelong loved his hometown. As a giant of European literature, he chose to write poetry in Italian rather than Latin, playing a decisive role in the development of literature and being hailed as the "voice of the silent century" and the "main creative force of the Christian world and the first poet of the new era." Dante once reflected: "The path to honor is not always paved with flowers."
A passionate heart in motion Dante was not particularly handsome, with a pair of melancholic eyes that flickered with an odd glint, often giving people an unsettling impression. Some described him as follows: "His face was long, his jawline wide, his nose hooked, his lower lip protruding as if ready to fight. He stooped with a hunched back, his expression gloomy, his eyes sunken, his gaze sorrowful, with a hint of challenge." Others remarked: "Dante was not a likable companion. Even at his best, he did not inspire respect in others." At the age of five, Dante lost his mother, and by twelve, he lost his father, enduring hardships from a young age. By the time he was only nine, he was already infatuated with Beatrice, always trying to sneak a glimpse of her beauty but fearing being seen. At a festive gathering, Beatrice arrived in a red dress, and Dante, upon seeing her, was struck by the thought that she was a goddess who had descended to grant him a glimpse of her! Years later, Dante was fortunate enough to encounter Beatrice again. He later described it as: "She walked down the street, looking at where I stood. I felt very awkward, but she smiled at me gracefully and politely." It was this radiant smile that warmed Dante for a long time.
Not only was Dante unremarkable in appearance, but he also struggled with speech, often stammering. Once, at a wedding, young women amused themselves by imitating his awkward mannerisms and stammering speech. Dante had neither striking looks nor wealth, and realizing his infatuation with Beatrice would never come to fruition, he never confessed his feelings to her. However, Dante did possess a talent for writing. With a pen in hand, he poured his emotions into poems praising beauty, hoping to "forever preserve the happiness of meeting Beatrice in his poetry." Thus, he embarked on the path of literary creation, becoming known as the "little poet of the other world." Later, Beatrice became the daughter-in-law of a banker and passed away shortly after her marriage, leaving Dante in a "spiritual widowhood."
An astonishing memory Biographer Thomas noted: "Dante had restless thoughts because he lived in a restless era." To be precise, Florence had periods of peace, but Dante's wife was a sharp-tongued shrew, making it difficult for him to find tranquility at home. In midsummer, after dinner each day, Dante would stroll to Piazza San Rinaldo and sit on a low wall to relax. One evening, as soon as he sat down, a passerby approached and struck up a conversation: "Sir, I have long admired your extraordinary talent. I promise to help people with questions, but limited by my own knowledge, I couldn't come up with an answer. Therefore, without hesitation, I dare to trouble you for your assistance. The question I want to answer is: 'What is the tastiest food?'" Dante replied without hesitation: "Eggs."
A year later, still at Piazza San Rinaldo, Dante was sitting on the low wall as usual. The passerby saw him and approached again, continuing the topic from the previous year: "How do you cook it?" Dante blurted out: "With salt." P74-75