miércoles, diciembre 22, 2010

Dinero y vejez

"A ninguna edad puede uno despreciar el dinero": Agatha Chistie por boca de uno de los personajes de "Némesis".
HZ

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Anonymous A Christmas Carol (part four) dijo...

It was a long night, if it were only a night; but Scrooge had his doubts of this, because the Christmas Holidays appeared to be condensed into the space of time they passed together. It was strange, too, that while Scrooge remained unaltered in his outward form, the Ghost grew older, clearly older. Scrooge had observed this change, but never spoke of it, until they left a children's Twelfth Night party, when, looking at the Spirit as they stood together in an open place, he noticed that its hair was grey.

``Are spirits' lives so short?'' asked Scrooge.

``My life upon this globe, is very brief,'' replied the Ghost. ``It ends to-night.''

``To-night!'' cried Scrooge.

``To-night at midnight. Hark! The time is drawing near.''

The chimes were ringing the three quarters past eleven at that moment.

1:49 p. m.  
Anonymous A Christmas Carol (part five) dijo...

``Forgive me if I am not justified in what I ask,'' said Scrooge, looking intently at the Spirit's robe, ``but I see something strange, and not belonging to yourself, protruding from your skirts. Is it a foot or a claw!''

``It might be a claw, for the flesh there is upon it,'' was the Spirit's sorrowful reply. ``Look here.''

From the foldings of its robe, it brought two children; wretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable. They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment.

``Oh, Man! look here. Look, look, down here!'' exclaimed the Ghost.

They were a boy and girl. Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish; but prostrate, too, in their humility. Where graceful youth should have filled their features out, and touched them with its freshest tints, a stale and shrivelled hand, like that of age, had pinched, and twisted them, and pulled them into shreds. Where angels might have sat enthroned, devils lurked, and glared out menacing. No change, no degradation, no perversion of humanity, in any grade, through all the mysteries of wonderful creation, has monsters half so horrible and dread.

Scrooge started back, appalled. Having them shown to him in this way, he tried to say they were fine children, but the words choked themselves, rather than be parties to a lie of such enormous magnitude.

``Spirit! are they yours?'' Scrooge could say no more.

``They are Man's,'' said the Spirit, looking down upon them. ``And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it!'' cried the Spirit, stretching out its hand towards the city. ``Slander those who tell it ye! Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it worse! And bide the end!''

``Have they no refuge or resource?'' cried Scrooge.

``Are there no prisons?'' said the Spirit, turning on him for the last time with his own words. ``Are there no workhouses?''

The bell struck twelve.

Scrooge looked about him for the Ghost, and saw it not. As the last stroke ceased to vibrate, he remembered the prediction of old Jacob Marley, and lifting up his eyes, beheld a solemn Phantom, draped and hooded, coming, like a mist along the ground, towards him.

2:11 p. m.  
Anonymous Prepo UP dijo...

Tendrán doble vida ud. Profe y sus amigos. A mi me gustan el chupe, las viejas y el desmadre.Me pongo hasta la madre en las posadas. No creo en pendejadas de la Edad Media ni dejo que me manipulen weyes con cagada en la cabeza e hipócritas.
Cuando estoy sólo en casa con el internet dejo que me invada la sensualidad. A las fotos de mujeres hermosas con cuerpoo impresionante las llamo por su nombre: "obras de arte de la naturaleza, de las dietas y del gimnasio"; entonces me hago una o varias en su honor, y no tengo que inventarme filosofías para ocultar o disimular mis morbos y que ando mirando féminas voluptuosas, como hacen algunos (eeehhh).
Feliz Navidad a todos y disfruten la vida, no se dejen achicopalar por los conservadores!

5:01 p. m.  
Anonymous Anónimo dijo...

Uy. Que malote.

7:49 a. m.  

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