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161 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1929
I know in advance that most of my colleagues and readers today will not reproach me for the pruning I have carried out in the interests of smoothness and clearness: on the contrary, they may think I could have done more. As I like approval, this pleases me. In our days, the gifted spirits tend to produce in the shadows, employing disturbing forms and, with their backs turned to nature, brilliant but incomprehensible works. To penetrate their meaning one must struggle hard, trying the doors with seven golden keys. And when one finally reaches the inner sanctum, what one wearily finds is a veiled question mark suspended above an abyss. As for me, and I say it with the satisfaction of a duty observed, I have always carried to cubist expositions and dadaist anthologies a soul garbed in humility and thirsting after faith. And just as at spiritualist séances, I have never seen or heard anything around me but darkness and silence.Hell, I don't even agree with the sentiment of that paragraph but I still love reading it.
Paternally solicitous, that very day, equipped with knife and the other necessary tools, Daniel skinned Little Rain Cloud to use the hide—you’ll never guess—for a comforting disguise. The next morning he dipped the pathetic remains in brine and put that slashed, salty, abbreviated attire, so touchingly similar to that of the mother—the same reddish color, the same broad white belt around the middle, the same White forelegs—over the back of another calf. Making sure that the manifest imposture was within reach of the eyes and muzzle of the sorrowing mother, he tied the disguised calf to one of her front legs. Rain Cloud, all emotion after sniffing the beloved hide, which not only comforted her soul but delighted her tongue, happiness turning into milk, gave herself up to licking the brine with which the adored remains were impregnated. Like all idealists, she found pleasure in illusion, and in the salt the symbol of wisdom. Like so many unhappy lovers, she kissed the departed soul in a strange body. Meanwhile, the happy deceiver, sole heir of the departed, not only put on his attire, but guzzled his ration of milk.Alright, I'm off to try and force this book on my wife.
The imposture lasted for several days. After that, the disguise and the salt were no longer needed. The calf, whom habit had legitimized, replaced the son. Daniel was right: the dead are forgotten. This does not mean that they are not deeply and sincerely mourned for some time.
"Goodbye for now, and I'm sorry for the trouble."
Las debilidades, deficiencias o imperfecciones de mi alma, como las de casi todas las almas, son bastantes numerosas, lo reconozco. Ellas me rodearon regocijadas y en tropel durante mi larga vida tal cual rodea a una pastora su fiel rebaño de ovejas. Antes que conducirlas yo a ellas, me dejé conducir por ellas a través de los años con sumisión y dulzura. Encariñadas así con mi persona, ninguna llegó nunca a descarriarse: aquí van todas.
Por los rostros, las cosas no anduvieron siempre muy en orden: había naricitas respingadas, ojos que podrían haber sido más grandes, pestañas no muy largas y alguna que otra boca medio sin gracia.o
como alguien ha dicho "el primer deber de toda mujer es el de aparecer hermosa"y también
Si mamá sufría de que yo tuviera el pelo liso, yo sufría mil veces más de que ella se empeñara en encrespármelo así, contra viento y marea