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204 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1970
…you open one eye: a ceiling flaking from the dampness, bare walls, this new day awaiting you behind the curtain, a Pandora’s box: handcuffed beneath the blade of the guillotine: one minute more, Mr. Executioner, just a few more seconds: invent, compose, lie, make up stories: repeat Scheherazade’s marvelous exploit spanning a thousand and one brief, inexorable nights: once upon a time there was a darling little boy, the most delightful youngster imaginable: Little Red Riding Hood and the big bad wolf, a new psychoanalytic version complete with mutilations, fetishism, blood…
…in the bullring, the navel of the Hispanic nation (continually absorbed in narcissistic self-contemplation), Seneca, the Nietzschean torero of virtue, the squat (but not squatting) stoic philosopher, is gravely and modestly passing on the rudiments of his exquisite salon philosophy…
…an Orpheus without a lyre, searching for Eurydice, Pollux sacrificed for love of Castor, a new Theseus, an inspired Alcides, you will worm through the oblique slit opened up in the pelvic excavation, following the shadowy course of the Acheron and skirting the vast, dead lagoon of the Styx, through the narrow, winding neck of the uterus and the spongy vaginal sacs covered with a strange, parasitic growth of blue-green algae…”
…and with every stage trick at your command, the puppet master par excellence, you will veil the tortured crowd of penitents by lowering a radiant succession of curtains and gauze flies: the natives are drinking rum, the mulatto girls are gently blossoming in their carnival costumes: the kettle-drummers are pounding away as though proclaiming the Last Judgment: a lazy, languid island inhabited by gentle, lovable, tame blacks!: a luxurious décor of palm trees and ornamental plants!: and the procession of your fauna continues on and on amid passionate males and foolish virgins, down the streets of the festive pagan city, amid the tumultuous joy of carnival time…
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quién te lo ha hecho?, le dices
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