Ayer, un servidor, se desriñonó para subir dos maletas llenas de libros a mi casa (¡y eso que vivo en un principal!). La cuestión es que ha llegado la hora de que, con ayuda de algunos (¡muchos!) de vosotros y de algún que otro gintonic, me ponga a catalogar mis libros de Ken Follett y Maria de la Pau Janer (para www.biblio.tk). Así pués, os invito a participar en mi cataloguing party el próximo dia sábado 2 de Septiembre a las 5 de la tarde en mi casa.

P.S. Traeros tónicas y limones que yo pongo la ginebra.

There is a line among the fragments of the Greek poet Archilochus which says: 'The fox knows many things, but the hedgehog knows one big thing'. Scholars have differed about the correct interpretation of these dark words, which may mean no more than that the fox, for all his cunning, is defeated by the hedgehog's one defense. But, taken figuratively, the words can be made to yield a sense in which they mark one of the deepest differences which divide writers and thinkers, and, it may be, human beings in general. For there exists a great chasm between those, on one side, who relate everything to a single central vision, one system less or more coherent or articulate, in terms of which they understand, think and feel-a single, universal, organizing principle in terms of which alone all that they are and say has significance-and, on the other side, those who pursue many ends, often unrelated and even contradictory, connected, if at all, only in some de facto way, for some psychological or physiological cause, related by no moral or aesthetic principle; these last lead lives, perform acts, and entertain ideas that are centrifugal rather than centripetal, their thought is scattered or diffused, moving on many levels, seizing upon the essence of a vast variety of experiences and objects for what they are in themselves, without consciously or unconsciously, seeking to fit them into, or exclude them from, any one unchanging, all-embracing, sometimes self-contradictory and incomplete, at times fanatical, unitary inner vision. The first kind of intellectual and artistic personality belongs to the hedgehogs, the second to the foxes; and without insisting on a rigid classification, we may, without too much fear of contradiction, say that, in this sense, Dante belongs to the first category, Shakespeare to the second; Plato, Lucretius, Pascal, Hegel, Dostoevsky, Nietzsche, Ibsen, Proust are, in varying degrees, hedgehogs; Herodotus, Aristotle, Montaigne, Erasmus, Molière, Goethe, Pushkin, Balzak, Joyce are foxes.

Berlin, Sir Isaiah (1953), The Hedgehog and the Fox, New York, Simon & Schuster

Via this link.

Al pasar por Mókroie, pregunté un día a un viejo, y me contestó: “Lo que más nos gusta és condenar a las mozas a la pena de azotes, y siempre dejamos que sean los mozos quienes cumplan la sentencia. Después, a la que hoy ha azotado, la pide el mozo en matrimonio, de modo que a las propias chicas, decía, aquello hasta les resulta agradable.” Vaya Marqueses de Sade, ¿no? Di lo que quieras pero es ingenioso.

Los hermanos Karamázov de Fiódor Dostoievski

Ed. Cátedra. 8A Edición 2005

Vivre sa vie (Vivir su vida)
Francia, 1962, 35mm, B/N, 80 m.
Director: Jean-Luc Godard.
Intérpretes: Anna Karina, Sady Rebbot, André S. Labarthe, Brice Parain

Vista i admirada al Renoir i retrobada al rincón del cinematógrafo.