Friday, January 27, 2006

AMBROSIES' LAST


A selection of fables from Ambrose Bierce, Fantastic Fables

The Faithful Cashier

THE Cashier of a bank having defaulted was asked by the Directors
what he had done with the money taken.

"I am greatly surprised by such a question," said the Cashier; "it
sounds as if you suspected me of selfishness. Gentlemen, I applied
that money to the purpose for which I took it; I paid it as an
initiation fee and one year's dues in advance to the Treasurer of
the Cashiers' Mutual Defence Association."

"What is the object of that organisation?" the Directors inquired.

"When any one of its members is under suspicion," replied the
Cashier, "the Association undertakes to clear his character by
submitting evidence that he was never a prominent member of any
church, nor foremost in Sunday-school work."

Recognising the value to the bank of a spotless reputation for its
officers, the President drew his check for the amount of the
shortage and the Cashier was restored to favour.

The Devoted Widow

A WIDOW weeping on her husband's grave was approached by an
Engaging Gentleman who, in a respectful manner, assured her that he
had long entertained for her the most tender feelings.

"Wretch!" cried the Widow. "Leave me this instant! Is this a time
to talk to me of love?"

"I assure you, madam, that I had not intended to disclose my
affection," the Engaging Gentleman humbly explained, "but the power
of your beauty has overcome my discretion."

"You should see me when I have not been crying," said the Widow.

A Forfeited Right

THE Chief of the Weather Bureau having predicted a fine day, a
Thrifty Person hastened to lay in a large stock of umbrellas, which
he exposed for sale on the sidewalk; but the weather remained
clear, and nobody would buy. Thereupon the Thrifty Person brought
an action against the Chief of the Weather Bureau for the cost of
the umbrellas.

"Your Honour," said the defendant's attorney, when the case was
called, "I move that this astonishing action be dismissed. Not
only is my client in no way responsible for the loss, but he
distinctly foreshadowed the very thing that caused it."

"That is just it, your Honour," replied the counsel for the
plaintiff; "the defendant by making a correct forecast fooled my
client in the only way that he could do so. He has lied so much
and so notoriously that he has neither the legal nor moral right to
tell the truth."

Judgment for the plaintiff.

Dame Fortune and the Traveller

A WEARY Traveller who had lain down and fallen asleep on the brink
of a deep well was discovered by Dame Fortune.

"If this fool," she said, "should have an uneasy dream and roll
into the well men would say that I did it. It is painful to me to
be unjustly accused, and I shall see that I am not."

So saying she rolled the man into the well.

The Man and the Viper

A MAN finding a frozen Viper put it into his bosom.

"The coldness of the human heart," he said, with a grin, "will keep
the creature in his present condition until I can reach home and
revive him on the coals."

But the pleasures of hope so fired his heart that the Viper thawed,
and sliding to the ground thanked the Man civilly for his
hospitality and glided away.

The Lion and the Mouse

A JUDGE was awakened by the noise of a lawyer prosecuting a Thief.
Rising in wrath he was about to sentence the Thief to life
imprisonment when the latter said:

"I beg that you will set me free, and I will some day requite your
kindness."

Pleased and flattered to be bribed, although by nothing but an
empty promise, the Judge let him go. Soon afterward he found that
it was more than an empty promise, for, having become a Thief, he
was himself set free by the other, who had become a Judge.

Friday, January 13, 2006

All this fearful event of the fast-spreading avian flu has reminded me of this short story by Patricia Highsmith. It would have graciously fit in her collection of stories about animals-turned-revengers, The Animal-Lover's Book of Beastly Murder, but for one reason or the other it wasn't included and was shamefully left unpublished for life. Fortunately, Highsmith's editors rescued it from their papers and published it after her death in Nothing That Meets The Eye. Although it's an outstanding story, you're warned to read it at your own risk.

Two Disagreeable Pigeons, by Patricia Highsmith.

One goes around doing his chores in an ordinary way in an ordinary day while some music's being played at the computer, and sometimes, just a few, precious times, one has to give up broom, brush and paint to stop, breathe and hear, because something extraordinary, unexpectedly, has managed to break the dull routine, and in so doing, find a way through your skin down to there where weakness is kept. This is one of those songs, and that's happened to me just a few minutes ago.


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Life is bigger
It’s bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I’ve said too much
I set it up
That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
Every whisper
Of every waking hour I’m
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I’ve said too much
I set it up
Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I’ve said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

Nothing That Meets The Eye

Patricia Highsmith

Read on December 20, 2003

Es curiós comprovar com les narracions més antigues que són bones (The Mightiest Mornings; Where the Door Is Always Open and the Welcome Mat Is Out; In the Plaza; The Still Point of the Turning World) no es llegeixen amb tanta suavitat i facilitat com les bones més recents (Man's Best Friend; Born Failure; The Returnees; Two Disagreeable Pigeons; It's a Deal; The Trouble with Mrs Blynn, the Trouble with the World). Segurament Highsmith va anar agafant la tècnica i el seu estil propi amb el temps.