When I happen to read things written by Vincenzo Arnone end up in one way or another to remind me of three figures that are dear to me: Leonardo Sciascia, Domenico Giuliotti and Don Lorenzo Milani: without witness in suffering, without secularism consistent and yet so imbued with spiritual values of our Sciascia twentieth century would not be what it is; Domenico Giuliotti, Arnone seems to refer not for cutting so violent writer Siena, but the substance of a speech in which the gospel is always present at Like the parable of the yeast, and finally read Arnone and I think Milani and his pastoral experience: two characters and two destinies so different, yet the same rigor in the search for the meaning of a cultural experience (Franco Cardini).