“En memoria de Paulina” is a short story by Bioy Casares included in the anthology The Celestial Plot The story is written in first person. The author is in love. Get this from a library! En memoria de Paulina. [Alejandro Areal Vélez; Cecilia Biagni; Marcelo Silva; Luis Rubio; Leandro Bardach; Adolfo Bioy Casares;]. When he tells his friend, Morgan, about seeing Paulina, Morgan informs him that Montaro Included Work: Bioy Casares, Adolfo En memoria de Paulina.
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En memoria de Paulina by Adolfo Bioy Casares. Never had we been so close. Perhaps it reflected her, if in a brief and vague way. I have a vague recollection of struggling with a key, of retrieving some letters, of the other side of the door, of having my eyes closed and of being face down in my bed.
Here and there when she spoke I had the unpleasant impression that I was listening to my rival. Upon seeing her I fell to my knees, sank my face into my hands and, for the mrmoria time, sobbed out all the pain of having lost her. Then suddenly I made a discovery. I often get lost in the world of foreign literature, unintentionally neglecting the treasures I have in my own land.
There was a strange mix of scorn and anguish in her voice which troubled me. I had given pauina to Paulina two years ago as a gift.
At the time that it occurred, the vision did not seem strange. Was I in love with a blind projection of my desires and dislikes? You can read the original here. Ripley film The Talented Mr.
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Francis of Assisi St. It was as if I had discovered another version of Paulina, as if I saw her now in another way.
I got up at half past seven, took a long iboy and slowly got dressed. In imagining us, he thought that we had heard it.
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I had embraced a monstrous ghost of the jealousy of my rival. Very soon thereafter, I decided against it: Then, with scant interest, I noticed that I was this figure.
As if on the dark edge of an abyss, in an angle of the mirror, at the right of Paulina appeared the little horse of green stone. Open Preview See a Problem?
Coming back I felt cold. Not having any desire to go out to eat, I was afraid of running into someone I knew.
The mirror reappeared, surrounded by angels and garlands of wood, with Paulina in the center and the little horse at the right. Comment Moderation Enabled Your comment will not appear until it has been cleared by a website editor. Having already drunk all the milk, he now proceeded to scoop up the pieces of bread from the bottom of the bowl.
Categories and months of Boy. The evening I arrived from Europe, my thoughts returned to Paulina. Los buques suicidantes Lot No. This resolution did not mitigate my anguish. The image that entered the house, and that which later occurred there were a projection of the horrific imagination of Montero.
When curious onlookers began to gather, he threw her into a rental car and took off. Also a journalist and translator, he was a friend and collaborator with his fellow countryman Jorge Luis Borges, with whom he wrote six books and created the character H.
But there I still heard his clear, ceremonious, and implacable voice relating incomprehensible facts with the monstrous and persuasive conviction that they were familiar to me. Leen rated it really liked it Apr 17, More proof can be derived from the statuette. Silvia Girotto rated it really liked it Jan 06, At the entrance, I ran into the concierge. Morgan received me ce bed, his face in a giant bowl which he held with both hands.
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View all 22 comments. Rested, I would see everything with greater understanding. Doubtless he thought that my lack casaes knowledge only encompassed that one detail, but because he liked to talk, he told me everything that had occurred. In addition, she spoke the way he did. Nor did he imagine the bedroom with any exactitude.
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I remember a woman in the Plaza Independencia with her shoes in one hand and a book in the other passing barefoot over the wet lawn. Post a New Comment Enter your information below to add a new comment.
I thought I had lost consciousness and fallen into a sudden precipice. Muy buena historia corta de Adolfo Bioy.