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2004-03-26

…or not to be

(Enseñanzas de un amigo ensayando metáforas de la cultura contemporánea)

Sale al estrado y levanta el brazo, desplegando ante el público atónito el cráneo humano que lleva en la mano. Lo alza a la altura de los ojos y sostiene la mirada de esas cuencas vacías. Al cabo de unos segundos de denso silencio sonríe y murmura:

Homo sapiens

posted by vendell 01:00

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De: Vendell Fecha: 2004-03-26 01:03

Quizá esperaban

To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune;
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them: to die, to sleep
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to; 'Tis a consumation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to dream; Aye, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil1
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life:
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,2,3
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,4
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make5
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardles bear6,7
To grunt and sweat under a weary life --
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn8
No traveler returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action..



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De: Martin Pawley Fecha: 2004-03-26 01:24

Me pregunto que habría querido decir Xexpir al poner esos extraños números en el medio del monólogo. ;-)



3
De: Herbasco Fecha: 2004-03-26 08:28

Xexpir non séi, pero Vendell seguro que é un cabalista.



4
De: Yogurtu Fecha: 2004-03-26 09:17



The rest is silence.



5
De: Descalza Fecha: 2004-03-26 10:01

¿Qúé comentarían ahora, Rosencrantz y Guildersten en este tiempo tan "chespiriano"? umm



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