Wednesday, January 21, 2009
La Mort Du Cid: Vignette For A Blue Guitar
A: ....I was playing with Macedonio's pocketknife, opening and closing it. A nearby accordion was infinitely dispatching La Comparsita, that dismaying trifle that so many people like because it's been misrepresented to them as being old....I suggested to Macedonio that we kill ourselves, so that we might have our discussion without all that racket.
Z: (mockingly) But I suspect that at the last moment you reconsidered.
A: (now deep in mysticism) Quite frankly, I don't remember whether we committed suicide that night or not.
[Jorge Luis Borges]