“That’s the worst part,” Dubdub said. “There’s nothing to tell. No direct or proximate cause.
You just wake up one day and you aren’t a part of your life. You know this. Your life doesn’t
belong to you. Your body is not, I don’t know how to make you feel the force of this, yours. There’s
just life, living itself. You don’t have it. You don’t have anything to do with it. That’s all. It doesn’t
sound like much, but believe me. It’s like when you hypnotize someone and persuade them there’s a
big pile of mattresses outside their window. They no longer see a reason not to jump.”
You just wake up one day and you aren’t a part of your life. You know this. Your life doesn’t
belong to you. Your body is not, I don’t know how to make you feel the force of this, yours. There’s
just life, living itself. You don’t have it. You don’t have anything to do with it. That’s all. It doesn’t
sound like much, but believe me. It’s like when you hypnotize someone and persuade them there’s a
big pile of mattresses outside their window. They no longer see a reason not to jump.”
Fury, Salman Rushdie
Eso es lo peor -dijo Tontón-. No hay nada que contar. No hay causa directa ni
próxima.
Te despiertas un día y no eres parte ya de tu vida. Ya sabes. Tu vida no te
pertenece.
Tu cuerpo no es, no sé corno hacerte sentir la fuerza de esto,tu yo . Es solo
vida, viviéndose
a sí misma. Tú no la tienes. No tienes nada que ver con ella. Eso es
todo. No parece mucho,
pero créeme. Es como si hipnotizas a alguien y lo convences
de que hay un montón de colchones
debajo de su ventana. No ve ninguna razón para
no saltar.
Furia, Salman Rushdie
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