Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! I will not be happy now. It may not matter. There are so many more things in the world. Any random instant is as crowded and varied as the sea. A life is brief, and though the hours seem long, there is another dark mystery that lies in wait for us -death, that other sea, that other arrow that frees us from the sun, the moon, and love. The happiness you gave me once and later took back from me will be obliterated. That which was everything must turn to nothing. I only keep the taste of my own sadness and a vain urge that turns me to the south side, to a certain corner there, a certain door.
Jorge Luís Borges quotes: Nothing is built on stone; all is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone. The central problem of novel-writing is causality. The Falklands thing was a fight between two bald men over a comb. To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.
Mrs. Fraggle specialized in Magic Realism when she was working on her M.A. in English. (Don't ask. I guess books written in Spanish are okay as long as you read an English translation. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!) Borges is considered one of the founders--or perhaps the founder--of Magic Realism. I can't understand it. I tried reading the book that was the subject of her thesis, One Hundred Years of Solitude by García Márquez, and halfway through all I had was a headache. But I do understand the concept, or at least I think I do. Apparently it's a very rigorous form of fantasy or sci-fi, in which only one single aspect of the real world is changed, and the story develops to show us the ways in which that would change our lives.
