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This world is so strange that anything may happen, or may not happen. During his final days in Geneva, Borges began brooding about the possibility of an afterlife. Although calm and collected about his own death, Borges began probing Kodama as to whether she inclined more towards the Shinto beliefs of her father or the Catholicism of her mother.

Kodama "had always regarded Borges as an Agnostic, as she was herself", but given the insistence of his questioning, she offered to call someone more "qualified". He then preached that "Borges was a man who had unceasingly searched for the right word, the term that could sum up the whole, the final meaning of things. Pastor de Montmollin concluded, "It is not man who discovers the word, it is the Word that comes to him.

His grave, marked by a rough-hewn headstone, is adorned with carvings derived from Anglo-Saxon and Old Norse art and literature. Her assertive administration of his estate resulted in a bitter dispute with the French publisher Gallimard regarding the republication of the complete works of Borges in French, with Pierre Assouline in Le Nouvel Observateur August calling her "an obstacle to the dissemination of the works of Borges". Kodama took legal action against Assouline, considering the remark unjustified and defamatory, asking for a symbolic compensation of one euro.

Kodama commissioned new translations by Andrew Hurley , which have become the standard translations in English.

During a conference at Columbia University , a creative writing student asked Borges what he regarded as "a writer's duty to his time". Borges replied, "I think a writer's duty is to be a writer, and if he can be a good writer, he is doing his duty. Besides, I think of my own opinions as being superficial. For example, I am a Conservative, I hate the Communists, I hate the Nazis, I hate the anti-Semites, and so on; but I don't allow these opinions to find their way into my writings—except, of course, when I was greatly elated about the Six-Day War.

Generally speaking, I think of keeping them in watertight compartments. Everybody knows my opinions, but as for my dreams and my stories, they should be allowed their full freedom, I think. I don't want to intrude into them, I'm writing fiction, not fables.

In an interview with Richard Burgin during the late s, Borges described himself as a "mild" adherent of classical liberalism. He further recalled that his opposition to Marxism and communism was absorbed in his childhood.

I couldn't be enthusiastic about theories where the State is more important than the individual. He was enraged that the Communist Party of Argentina opposed these measures and sharply criticized them in lectures and in print. Borges's opposition to the Party in this matter ultimately led to a permanent rift with his longtime lover, Argentine Communist Estela Canto. Everything is presented to them ready-made.

There are even agencies of the State that supply them with opinions, passwords, slogans, and even idols to exalt or cast down according to the prevailing wind or in keeping with the directives of the thinking heads of the single party.

In an interview with Burgin, Borges referred to Chilean poet Pablo Neruda as "a very fine poet" but a "very mean man" for unconditionally supporting the Soviet Union and demonizing the United States.

Borges commented about Neruda, "Now he knows that's rubbish. In Borges' opinion, Lorca's poetry and plays, when examined against his tragic death, appeared better than they actually were. His outrage was fueled by his deep love for German literature. In an essay published in , Borges attacked the Nazi Party's use of children's books to inflame antisemitism.

He wrote, "I don't know if the world can do without German civilization, but I do know that its corruption by the teachings of hatred is a crime.

He was disgusted by what he described as Germany's "chaotic descent into darkness" and the attendant rewriting of history. He argued that such books sacrificed the German people's culture, history and integrity in the name of restoring their national honour. Such use of children's books for propaganda he writes, "perfect the criminal arts of barbarians. It is uninhabitable; men can only die for it, lie for it, wound and kill for it.

No one, in the intimate depths of his being, can wish it to triumph.

I shall risk this conjecture: Hitler wants to be defeated. Hitler is blindly collaborating with the inevitable armies that will annihilate him, as the metal vultures and the dragon which must have known that they were monsters collaborated, mysteriously, with Hercules. In a conference at Columbia University , Borges was asked about the story by a student from the creative writing program.

He recalled, "When the Germans were defeated I felt great joy and relief, but at the same time I thought of the German defeat as being somehow tragic, because here we have perhaps the most educated people in Europe, who have a fine literature, a fine tradition of philosophy and poetry.

Yet these people were bamboozled by a madman named Adolf Hitler , and I think there is tragedy there. He recalled, "And then I realized that those people that were on the side of Germany, that they never thought of German victories or the German glory. What they really liked was the idea of the Blitzkrieg , of London being on fire, of the country being destroyed. As to the German fighters, they took no stock in them.

Then I thought, well now Germany has lost, now America has saved us from this nightmare, but since nobody can doubt on which side I stood, I'll see what can be done from a literary point of view in favor of the Nazis. And then I created the ideal Nazi. I mean someone who thought of violence as being praiseworthy for its own sake.

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Then I thought that this archetype of the Nazis wouldn't mind being defeated; after all, defeats and victories are mere matters of chance. He would still be glad of the fact, even if the Americans and British won the war. Naturally, when I am with Nazis, I find they are not my idea of what a Nazi is, but this wasn't meant to be a political tract.

It was meant to stand for the fact that there was something tragic in the fate of a real Nazi. Except that I wonder if a real Nazi ever existed. At least, when I went to Germany, I never met one. They were all feeling sorry for themselves and wanted me to feel sorry for them as well. Almost immediately, the spoils system was the rule of the day, as ideological critics of the ruling Partido Justicialista were fired from government jobs.

Upon demanding to know the reason, Borges was told, "Well, you were on the side of the Allies, what do you expect?

At the dinner, a speech was read which Borges had written for the occasion. It said: Dictatorships breed oppression, dictatorships breed servility, dictatorships breed cruelty; more loathsome still is the fact that they breed idiocy. Bellboys babbling orders, portraits of caudillos , prearranged cheers or insults, walls covered with names, unanimous ceremonies, mere discipline usurping the place of clear thinking Fighting these sad monotonies is one of the duties of a writer.

Borges, then suffering from depression caused by a failed romance, reluctantly accepted. Borges later recalled, however, "Many distinguished men of letters did not dare set foot inside its doors. SADE official Luisa Mercedes Levinson noted, "We would gather every week to tell the latest jokes about the ruling couple and even dared to sing the songs of the French Resistance , as well as ' La Marseillaise '".

Borges indignantly refused, calling it a ridiculous demand. The policemen replied that he would soon face the consequences. In his letter of to Attilio Rossi , he claimed that his infamous promotion had been a clever way the Peronists had found of damaging him and diminishing his reputation. It was impossible for Borges, as president, to hold the usual reception for the distinguished visitor; instead, one of Borges' friends brought a lamb from his ranch, and they had it roasted at a tavern across the road from the SADE building on Calle Mexico.

Borges was overjoyed and joined demonstrators marching through the streets of Buenos Aires.

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According to Williamson, Borges shouted, "Viva la Patria", until his voice grew hoarse. Due to the influence of Borges' mother and his own role on the opposition to Peron, the provisional government appointed Borges as the Director of the National Library. The first he described as "the criminal one", composed of the police state tactics used against both real and imagined anti-Peronists. The second history was, according to Borges, "the theatrical one" composed of "tales and fables made for consumption by dolts.

It will be said that the public's lack of sophistication is enough to explain the contradiction; I believe that the cause is more profound.

Coleridge spoke of the "willing suspension of disbelief ," that is, poetic faith; Samuel Johnson said, in defense of Shakespeare, that the spectators at a tragedy do not believe they are in Alexandria in the first act and Rome in the second but submit to the pleasure of a fiction. Similarly, the lies of a dictatorship are neither believed nor disbelieved; they pertain to an intermediate plane, and their purpose is to conceal or justify sordid or atrocious realities.

They pertain to the pathetic or the clumsily sentimental. The enchanted one insists And shapes God with delicate geometry. Since his illness, since his birth, He goes on constructing God with the word. The mightiest love was granted him Love that does not expect to be loved. Reality is not always probable, or likely.

But if you're writing a story, you have to make it as plausible as you can, because if not, the reader's imagination will reject it. Si las drogas producen el mismo efecto que el alcohol, no me interesan.

I tried mescaline and cocaine in my youth, but I immediately switched to mint candy, which was more stimulating. I am not interested in drugs if they produce the same effects as alcohol.

A drunkard is evidently ridiculous. I have been drunk some times, and I remember them as horrible experiences for me and everyone else. I will pause to consider this eternity from which the subsequent ones derive. The habit of flocking; smallness; similarity of traits; their ancient connection with the two twilights, the beginnings of days, and the endings; the fact of being more often heard than seen — all of this moves us to acknowledge the primacy of the species and the almost perfect nullity of individuals.

Keats , entirely a stranger to error, could believe that the nightingale enchanting him was the same one Ruth heard amid the alien corn of Bethlehem in Judah; Stevenson posits a single bird that consumes the centuries: "the nightingale that devours time.

He then adds, not without a smile: Whoever hears me assert that the grey cat playing just now in the yard is the same one that did jumps and tricks there five hundred years ago will think whatever he likes of me, but it is a stranger form of madness to imagine that the present-day cat is fundamentally an entirely different one. Los actos de los hombres no merecen tanto.

Heaven and hell seem out of proportion to me: the actions of men do not deserve so much. Life and death have been lacking in my life. Prologue Imprecision is tolerable and verisimilar in literature, because we always tend towards it in life.

The exercise of letters is sometimes linked to the ambition to construct an absolute book, a book of books that includes the others like a Platonic archetype, an object whose virtues are not diminished by the passage of time. From that correct application of the law of causality it follows that the slightest event presupposes the inconceivable universe and, conversely, that the universe needs even the slightest of events.

We have dreamed it resistant, mysterious, visible, ubiquitous in space and firm in time, but we have allowed slight, and eternal, bits of the irrational to form part of its architecture so as to know that it is false. Hay un concepto que es el corruptor y el desatinador de los otros. There is a concept which corrupts and upsets all others. I refer not to Evil, whose limited realm is that of ethics; I refer to the infinite.

I am not speaking of the Evil whose limited sphere is ethics; I am speaking of the infinite. There is a concept that is the corruptor and dazzler of others. I'm not talking about the evil whose limited empire is the ethic; I'm talking about infinity. There is a concept that is the corrupter and destroyer of all others. I speak not of Evil, whose limited empire is that of ethics; I speak of the infinite.

He transforms all concepts into incommunicable, solidified objects. To refute him is to become contaminated with unreality.

Bradley in "Avatars of the Tortoise" It is also venturesome to think that of all these illustrious coordinations, one of them — at least in an infinitesimal way — does not resemble the universe a bit more than the others. It is venturesome to think that a coordination of words philosophies are nothing more than that can resemble the universe very much.

It is also venturesome to think that of all these illustrious coordinations, one of them — at least in an infinitesimal way — does not resemble the universe a bit more than the others. The central problem of novel-writing is causality.

The Greeks engendered the chimera, a monster with heads of the lion, the dragon and the goat; the theologians of the second century, the Trinity, in which the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost are inextricably tied; the Chinese zoologists, the ti-yiang, a vermilion supernatural bird, endowed with six feet and four wings, but without a face or eyes; the geometers of the nineteenth century, the hypercube, a figure with four dimensions, which encloses an infinite number of cubes and has as its faces eight cubes and twenty-four squares.

Hollywood has just enriched this vain museum of horrors: by means of an artistic malignity called dubbing, it proposes monsters that combine the illustrious features of Greta Garbo with the voice of Aldonza Lorenzo. Irby I owe the discovery of Uqbar to the conjunction of a mirror and an encyclopedia.

First lines One of the heresiarchs of Uqbar had stated that mirrors and copulation are abominable, since they both multiply the numbers of man. Variant translation: Mirrors and copulation are obscene, for they increase the numbers of mankind.

Los espejos y la paternidad son abominables porque lo multiplican y lo divulgan. For one of those gnostics, the visible universe was an illusion or, more precisely, a sophism. Mirrors and fatherhood are abominable because they multiply it and extend it. In life, he suffered from a sense of unreality, as do many Englishmen. Variant: In his lifetime, he suffered from unreality, as do so many Englishmen; once dead, he is not even the ghost he was then.

This felicitous supposition declared that there is only one Individual, and that this indivisible Individual is every one of the separate beings in the universe, and that these beings are the instruments and masks of divinity itself.

The plural is inevitable, because the hypothesis of a lone inventor — an infinite Leibniz laboring away darkly and modestly — has been unanimously discounted. It is conjectured that this brave new world is the work of a secret society of astronomers, biologists, engineers, metaphysicians, poets, chemists, algebraists, moralists, painters, geometers Individuals mastering these diverse disciplines are abundant, but not so those capable of inventiveness and less so those capable of subordinating that inventiveness to a rigorous and systematic plan.

This plan is so vast that each writer's contribution is infinitesimal. Let it suffice for me to recall that the apparent contradictions of the Eleventh Volume are the fundamental basis for the proof that the other volumes exist, so lucid and exact is the order observed in it. Hume noted for all time that Berkeley 's arguments did not admit the slightest refutation nor did they cause the slightest conviction. The nations of this planet are congenitally idealist.

Their language and the derivations of their language — religion, letters, metaphysics — all presuppose idealism. The world for them is not a concourse of objects in space; it is a heterogeneous series of independent acts. It is successive and temporal, not spatial.

One thinker no less brilliant than the heresiarch himself, but in the orthodox tradition, advanced a most daring hypothesis. Variant: This happy conjecture affirmed that there is only one subject, that this indivisible subject is every being in the universe and that these beings are the organs and masks of the divinity. The latter corresponds to our own geometry and is subordinated to the first. All others are subordinated to it. I have said that the men of this planet conceive the universe as a series of mental processes which do not develop in space but successively in time.

They judge that metaphysics is a branch of fantastic literature. They know that a system is nothing more than the subordination of all aspects of the universe to any one such aspect. Even the phrase "all aspects" is rejectable, for it supposes the impossible addition of the present and of all past moments. Another school declares that all time has already transpired and that our life is only the crepuscular and no doubt falsified an mutilated memory or reflection of an irrecoverable process.

Another, that the history of the universe — and in it our lives and the most tenuous detail of our lives — is the scripture produced by a subordinate god in order to communicate with a demon. Another, that the universe is comparable to those cryptographs in which not all the symbols are valid and that only what happens every three hundred nights is true.

Another, that while we sleep here, we are awake elsewhere and that in this way every man is two men. It reasons that the present is undefined, that the future has no other reality than as present hope, that past is no more than present memory. Another maintains that the universe is comparable to those code systems in which not all the symbols have meaning, and in which only that which happens every three hundredth night is true The history of the universe All men, in the climactic instant of coitus, are the same man.

All men who repeat one line of Shakespeare are William Shakespeare. All men, in the vertiginous moment of coitus, are the same man. All men who repeat a line from Shakespeare are William Shakespeare. My undertaking is not difficult, essentially I should only have to be immortal to carry it out.

Writing long books is a laborious and impoverishing act of foolishness: expanding in five hundred pages an idea that could be perfectly explained in a few minutes.

A better procedure is to pretend that those books already exist and to offer a summary, a commentary. Preface; Variant translations: It is a laborious madness and an impoverishing one, the madness of composing vast books — setting out in five hundred pages an idea that can be perfectly related orally in five minutes. The better way to go about it is to pretend that those books already exist, and offer a summary, a commentary on them A more reasonable, more inept, and more lazy man, I have chosen to write notes on imaginary books.

The composition of vast books is a laborious and impoverishing extravagance. To go on for five hundred pages developing an idea whose perfect oral exposition is possible in a few minutes!

A better course of procedure is to pretend that these books already exist, and then to offer a resume, a commentary. More reasonable, more inept, more indolent, I have preferred to write notes upon imaginary books.

Every man should be capable of all ideas and I understand that in the future this will be the case. A philosophical doctrine begins as a plausible description of the universe; with the passage of the years it becomes a mere chapter — if not a paragraph or a name — in the history of philosophy. Yates A labyrinth of symbols An invisible labyrinth of time. It seemed incredible to me that day without premonitions or symbols should be the one of my inexorable death. Variant translation: It seemed incredible that this day, a day without warnings or omens, might be that of my implacable death.

I reflected that everything happens to a man precisely, precisely now. Centuries of centuries and only in the present do things happen; countless men in the air, on the face of the earth and the sea, and all that really is happening is happening to me. I foresee that man will resign himself each day to more atrocious undertakings; soon there will be no one but warriors and brigands; I give them this counsel: The author of an atrocious undertaking ought to imagine that he has already accomplished it, ought to impose upon himself a future as irrevocable as the past.

Variant translation: I foresee that man will resign himself each day to new abominations, and soon that only bandits and soldiers will be left Whosoever would undertake some atrocious enterprise should act as if it were already accomplished, should impose upon himself a future as irrevocable as the past.

I leave to the various futures not to all my garden of forking paths. I thought of a labyrinth of labyrinths, of one sinuous spreading labyrinth that would encompass the past and the future and in some way involve the stars. I thought that a man can be an enemy of other men, of the moments of other men, but not of a country: not of fireflies, words, gardens, streams of water, sunsets.

A labyrinth of symbols Ts'ui Pe must have said once: I am withdrawing to write a book. And another time: I am withdrawing to construct a labyrinth. Every one imagined two works; to no one did it occur that the book and the maze were one and the same thing.

Sometimes, the paths of this labyrinth converge: for example, you arrive at this house, but in one of the possible pasts you are my enemy , in another, my friend. This network of times which approached one another, forked, broke off, or were unaware of one another for centuries, embraces all possibilities of time. Thus fought the heroes, tranquil their admirable hearts, violent their swords, resigned to kill and to die. In a riddle whose answer is chess, what is the only prohibited word?

In contrast to Newton and Schopenhauer, your ancestor did not believe in a uniform, absolute time. He believed in an infinite series of times, in a growing, dizzying net of divergent, convergent and parallel times.

We do not exist in the majority of these times; in some you exist, and not I; in others I, and not you; in others, both of us. Variant translation: This web of time — the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect or ignore each other through the centuries — embrace every possibility.

Time forks perpetually toward innumerable futures. In one of them I am your enemy. Ficciones [ edit ] Ficciones is a collection of stories that includes all those of The Garden of Forking Paths, first English translation by Anthony Kerrigan What one man does is something done, in some measure, by all men The truth is that we live out our lives putting off all that can be put off; perhaps we all know deep down that we are immortal and that sooner or later all men will do and know all things.

For that reason a disobedience committed in a garden contaminates the human race; for that reason it is not unjust that the crucifixion of a single Jew suffices to save it.

And I'll answer you that reality may avoid the obligation to be interesting, but that hypotheses may not.

Otras inquisiciones

In the hypothesis you have postulated, chance intervenes largely. Here lies a dead rabbi; I should prefer a purely rabbinical explanation; not the imaginary mischances of an imaginary robber. The execution was set for the 29th of March, at nine in the morning.

This delay was due to a desire on the part of the authorities to act slowly and impersonally, in the manner of planets or vegetables. The time for your labor has been granted. What are you looking for? I'm looking for God, Hladik replied. God, the librarian said, is in one of the letters on one of the pages of one of the four hundred thousand volumes in the Clementine. My parents and my parents' parents searched for that letter; I myself have gone blind searching for it.

Judas elected those offences unvisited by any virtues: abuse of confidence and informing. His years had reduced and polished him as water does a stone or the generations of men do a sentence. He was dark, dried up, diminutive, and seemed outside time, situated in eternity. The many years had worn him away and polished him, as a stone is worn smooth by running water or a saying is polished by generations of mankind. As he crossed the threshold, he felt that to die in a knife fight, under the open sky, and going forward to the attack, would have been a liberation, a joy, and a festive occasion, on the first night in the sanitarium, when they stuck him with the needle.

He felt that if he had been able to choose, then, or to dream his death, this would have been the death he would have chosen or dreamt. Firmly clutching his knife, which he perhaps would not know how to wield, Dahlmann went out into the plain.

Simms as Other Inquisitions, — Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire. Nuestro destino no es espantoso por irreal: es espantoso porque es irreversible y de hierro. El tiempo es la sustancia de que estoy hecho.

El mundo desgraciadamente es real; yo, desgraciadamente, soy Borges.Borges, then suffering from depression caused by a failed romance, reluctantly accepted. Chapter ii sets the story in motion: the narrator's grandfather, a Spaniard of noble family, his grandmother, of a prominent family from Alentejo, move to Brazil for mysterious, unexplained reasons.

Variant translation: Mirrors and copulation are obscene, for they increase the numbers of mankind. Years of solitude had taught him that, in one's memory, all days tend to be the same, but that there is not a day, not even in jail or in the hospital, which does not bring surprises, which is not a translucent network of minimal surprises.

He moves to Madrid, falls into the hands of the Inquisition, escapes, wanders through Eastern Europe, ultimately settling in Constantinople, where he studies Turkish and Arabic.

In a conference at Columbia University , Borges was asked about the story by a student from the creative writing program. He marries a chiefs daughter and lives happily until Yu Tsun, who spies for Germany during World War I, in an attempt to prove to the authorities that an Asian person is able to obtain the information that they seek.

I mean, he had people tortured, killed.

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