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136 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1962
鈥ormerly on scholarship at the Sorbonne, historian full of useless facts, accustomed to digging among yellowed documents, part-time teacher in private schools鈥�
You move aside so that the light from the candles and the reflections from the silver and crystal show you the silk coif that must cover a head of very white hair, and that frames a face so old it鈥檚 almost childlike.
She doesn鈥檛 look at you at first, then little by little she opens her eyes as if she were afraid of the light. Finally you can see that those eyes are sea green and that they surge, break to foam, grow calm again, then surge again like a wave.
鈥he grinning demons in an old print, the only happy figures in that iconography of sorrow and wrath, happy because they鈥檙e jabbing their pitchforks into the flesh of the damned, pouring cauldrons of boiling water on them, violating the women, getting drunk, enjoying all the liberties forbidden to the saints.
丕賱乇噩賱 賷氐胤丕丿
丕賱賲乇兀丞 鬲賰賷丿 賵鬲丨賱賲
廿賳賴丕 兀賲賾 丕賱禺賷丕賱
兀賲賾 丕賱丌賱賴丞
賱丿賷賴丕 亘氐賷乇丞
兀噩賳丨丞 鬲賲賰賳賴丕 賲賳 丕賱鬲丨賱賷賯
廿賱賶 丕賱賱丕 賲鬲賳丕賴賷
賮賷 毓丕賱賲 丕賱乇睾亘丞 賵丕賱禺賷丕賱
丕賱丌賱賴丞 賲孬賱 丕賱乇噩丕賱
賷賵賱丿賵賳 賵賷賲賵鬲賵賳
毓賱賶 氐丿乇 丕賲乇兀丞
...
爻賷乇噩毓 賷丕 賮賷賱賷亘賴
爻賳爻鬲毓賷丿賴 賲毓賸丕
丿毓賳賷 兀爻鬲乇丿 賯賵丕賷 賵爻兀噩毓賱賴 賷毓賵丿
...
鈥淓l hombre caza y lucha. La mujer intriga y sue帽a; es la madre de la fantas铆a, de los dioses. Posee la segunda visi贸n, las alas que le permiten volar hacia el infinito del deseo y de la imaginaci贸n鈥� Los dioses son como los hombres: nacen y mueren sobre el pecho de una mujer鈥︹€� Jules MicheletPor otro lado, todo el engranaje de significados y s铆mbolos, de referencias a otras obras, que puede pensarse como prop贸sito principal del autor y as铆 entender la obra como un juego, no es algo que puedan compensar todo lo dicho. En definitiva, que no soy el lector que Fuentes buscaba para su obra, por muy generoso que me haya mostrado con las estrellas.
"You move a few steps so that the light from the candles won't blind you. The girl keeps her eyes closed, her hands at her sides. She doesn't look at you at first, then little by little she opens her eyes as if she were afraid of the light."
"Finally you can see that those eyes are sea green and that they surge, break to foam, grow calm again, then surge again like a wave. You look into them and tell yourself it isn't true, because they're beautiful green eyes just like all the beautiful green eyes you've ever known. But you can't deceive yourself: those eyes do surge, do change, as if offering you a landscape that only you can see and desire."