(*)pic from here
What I remember are dismal data: a house with the blinds always low in the worst area of \u200b\u200bSan Telmo, furniture under the brand names of the ghosts of different ornaments, he prostrated from all eternity in a wheelchair dirty and the tires slashed, without moving the left side of her face, she, with many moles as pots of hair, upper lip loaded the shadow of the hair short and a little voice telling acute insults.
He was my uncle Emilio. She was my Aunt Josephine, which we called The Black or when we entered trust, The Bold Shit. Emilio's uncle was my first real dead. He died and I was not so small as to not go to the wake and then went and she told me years ago that looked so cute. I laughed when he returned from the drawer and was a glimmer of hope.
The first time I have awareness of it, gave me a typewriter, black, huge and red and black reel. I already stole my dad's machine, green, small, that had a lid with a metal button that made it appear the machine, which I always thought that guy's typewriter Emilio was more likely to become subject overwhelming. It was huge, heavy, and the keys were separated by chasms which used to stay inexperienced fingers.
Uncle Emilio was always a ghost in my life but had left a heavy legacy that only when all the players died, I know. Uncle Emilio ranged between violence and tenderness: if he saw a beggar on the street, was put in her bed and did not leave for four days, if a woman smoked, I said bitch. He lived in the house of his mother until she died. Then, changed the sheets on the bed of his mother and lived in it. In his mother.
From there, everything is very confusing. It is not known whether before or after or in the middle of what they'll tell you later, but at some point I found the Black. La Negra was a prostitute in a cabaret of the port. One day, Uncle Emilio is fucked to blows with someone to defend my aunt Negra. The best thing is that he knew, say, a month earlier my uncle Emilio falls in love with my aunt Black and the dispute has been with the pimp, the pimp wanted thousand let it go and gave my uncle Emilio typewriter. Did not reach an agreement.
The pimp had been a boxer and not just shit to blows, but that left him in the hospital. My family wanted to make a complaint but my uncle said no. My family wanted my uncle to do but my aunt rehabilitation niggers would not let him go, because they have picked up all the porters all the time. My family does not reason, my family shows. That was when my uncle Emilio died, crippled from twenty-five years, were to take their things and what they regretted most was that they found the biography four shots of the General San MartÃn, autographed by him.
(*) pic frome hereWild In Theories, characters masturbate more than anything else; when caught masturbating, masturbate when looking to fuck, masturbate when they meet someone they described taking, as they could be drugged or not connect to the live sex. Sex is, in The Wild Theories , which our imagination or porn want to return.
is no coincidence that LTS has arisen and been exploited commercially in Philosophy and Literature of the UBA. What is done in endless contemplation Puán but glass that separates it from reality? Olalairax often exploits an interesting comparison between academic theorists and the nerds in the classic movies. These are rejected by all the world and what matters most to the nerds is fornication. Then, after you use multiple technological resources to defend or defeat the top athletes, eventually expire and are left with the cheerleader. Is it the same with the academic world describes LTS?
The answer is no. And the full answer is that the comparison is wrong. If one sees, for example, the classic Revenge of the Nerds I, the subject of the film is that of minorities (in the group of Nerds are: the gay, black gay, Asian, Jewish, a gang member, etc., those who saved in the end, members of a black fraternity) systematically battered by a powerful majority, white, wealthy and Saxon. If there is something they want the Nerds is fit, is not being treated like shit, you be the same. In LTS, academicians minorities (friends of the protagonist) they want to be shown to be superior to the other academic side, the populist, the seventies, the romantic and, of course, the rest of the world. They want minorities LTS is to become elite. Therefore, every event is interpreted in the light of a theory, every event is theorized and not by the importance of theory, but on the status of the person who articulates.
In The Confederacy of Dunces, Ignatius is a bug academic performance but has a ridiculous, exaggerated and taken to absurd Toole. LTS is actually taken seriously Ignatius Reilly (perhaps in the form of Pabst) and believes what he says. The effect of this is not funny but theoretical. It is theoretical because the theories purporting to show the wild is the eternal struggle of being timid to fight against a vociferous and populist society. If something is serious Oloixarac is the Hobbesian state of nature but not as reality but as a thought experiment explaining the world.
This award takes the author has to do with excessive masturbation Puan, believing that what he shows us the glass is the reality, to believe that the state of nature continues to exist and play a role almost descriptive. The reasons for this grant are in how to understand the political philosophy at Puán and that seems to offer some material for the setting of one of the characters in the book, GarcÃa Roxlo. Political Philosophy When stopped in 1831, when Hegel died when 178 years ago that the only thing you can do in political philosophy is to design new ways to teach students about modern contractualism, contact with reality is necessarily truncated.
and truncate is not understanding the real world, and especially the political world has not stopped with the death of Hegel and to take "seriously" to design modern contractarian theories from State Nature is looking more and more to do metaphysics, in order to search for root causes or distinguish the qualities of qualities. Once one defends his metaphysical position, what you should do is say who are the individuals who are more likely to have access to this metaphysics, that is, who are the Illuminati. Because the Illuminati are, by definition, the characters of LTS, the circle is closed, or rather, stuck like the leaves of Playboy.
The wooden seats from subway A can only be savored by those who are quick to get on the line terminals or by those who have special abilities, for example, that of being pregnant, not able to add 84 + 19 or not to applaud. All barreled toward the only empty seat but, distracted by the indifference of traveling in a car stopped not too crowded, they slept on the walls of the subway, were held to the rails or just let dangle.
Next to the only empty seat, she was. She apparently spoke with the passengers sitting corridor through, formulated a speech by shouting eternal moebiusiano speech. "They're bastards because I went to talk to the President and Ambassador to the doorman and told them I could not have killed four children and above the government house burned children drew the missing children maimed children and burned children all dead, let them run in the Plaza de Mayo because they killed all my children and now living on my house and make noise and take wind burn and I told him that they are all sons of bitches that I'm poor but I do not go to are bastards because I went to talk to the president with the ambassador to the goalkeeper (ad infinitum). "
She, shaggy, gray, with a huge bag where they will all their belongings, all photos their dead children, at times silent. Calla but internally maintains the timing of his speech. It takes a little air, he sighs as he must return to work and takes up the discourse where it should go and not where you left off.
In any season, sits beside him She runs her huge bag and leave it sit. He is 40 years. Since sat sight. Do not look surprised. She now speaks in a lower voice, telling all about the ear. He keeps looking more and more fixed. Sometimes nods. But most of all the sights. Think of it as they do not catch.
Future
had no idea how long unconscious, I could not remember anything. When I opened my eyes I was lying on the grass and surrounded by lots of trees.
Sunlight illuminated the small space where I was, giving glimpses of my skin.
But it was not normal flash, it seemed that my skin is made of many diamonds. Suddenly I was more aware of myself, I could see every detail of my surroundings, however small or remote to be. I felt very strong, almost indestructible, but also very vulnerable, confused, scared.
could not remember anything and was not sure what was what had happened, and could barely remember who he was.
had a vague memory of a dark room I tried to concentrate to remember but could not.
suddenly appeared in my mind the image of a nearly dark room with a very dim light, the door opened and you could see that it was raining outside, then came a man, was a handsome man despite the many brands that you could see in his face and neck. His face was very pale and red eyes due to the darkness of the place seemed that nobody noticed. But his face showed a deep sadness, helplessness.
I felt the urge to run to his side and help. I did not know what he did feel that way but I knew I had to go to meet him, tell him that everything would be fine.
But I was not really sure where I had to go to find it.
suddenly felt a strange pain in my throat, it was actually a kind of burning, heard footsteps and voices a bit far from where I was and a smell that prompted me to approach them. ..
Then a new image in my mind: a small Meadow dimly lit by the rays of the sun, and I was there, accompanied by two others, a young lanky with auburn hair and the young man had seen before. The two stood motionless, almost looked like statues, but at that moment there came about a small group of servants and everyone started running after them. Then came back in the garden of a large house, but now accompanied us 2 women and two men more, they all seemed very happy to see us.
And so I knew what I expected and I had to do: have to learn to counteract that ardor as he had seen, would have to resist the temptation to go after other people, and knew I could do. But it also had to figure out where to find the young man had to find so that together we could start a new life in which both seemed to fit well.
now only needed to find it, I had to concentrate, had to be sure of exactly where to find it.
Then I saw the picture in my head, but this time was determined to get something, I focused the up to hear the conversation of two men who were near me ...
"No, I'm sure there will be no more problem ...
- So you're ready to close the deal?
"Absolutely, it is my desire to work for you here in Philadelphia
Philadelphia, this was the place, now only had to find a way to get there .
hoped it was not too late when you succeed.
Well is a small chapter but I want to save the best for last xD I hope that if you can enlarge a little more hehe ...