Berganza and Miguel de Unamuno
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
A Good Thesis Statement For A Raisin In The Sun
Taken from my religion and other short essays , Espasa Calpe Mexicana, 1994
After having fought no small Berganza, dog, and Zapirón, cat, understood, by mutual agreement they should discuss peace. Both were natural philosophers and natural philosophers knew the war, the claw and bite should precede and not follow the discussion and the meowing and barking. Men, as philosophers are unnatural that I do not know if against, over or under-nature, come to blows after exhausting languages, when they should do otherwise. Much better would be that we started by spanking the sheepskin, and when we had to hit the ground arms and body beaten to a pulp, go to socialize and deal with our differences! And this is because all our differences of opinion and felt nothing but excuses to quarrel with each other. Riñamos, then, in advance, and perhaps then we find that we are given a pretext cumin.
Zapirón Berganza and, after the latter claimed that a few claws, and it's that so many bites, they stood to discuss calmly and nobly. One was street, home the other.
- The street - Zapirón said - is the school of Tramp and servitude, the stream makes slaves. You live there at the mercy of passing, and in fact you have so many masters as bystanders. The street is democracy, and democracy is bonded and envy.
- And the house - he said Berganza - is the school of idleness and surly pride makes home ungrateful. There in the house, you become unsociable. You are attached to the house itself, its walls at its corners, not man.
- Oh, dear friend Berganza! - Said Zapirón -, unaware perhaps that of man that goes and takes are his, not he? The house is worth more than those who built it and its inhabitants. For his works is something man in nature. And I tell you that when you have built lasting mansions, drained swamps, cut isthmus, close together, when you have made Earth habitable, will disappear, leaving all his inventions and contrivances that truly useful and durable, that is, what we, the he called irrational, we can serve. Everything else serves only to his insatiable vanity. The range of the master of my house looks much hotter than the heart.
- Dog am, nothing I think Serme doggy outside - sententiously Berganza said.
- Do you mean by the human heart? - He asked the cat.
- I do not know why saying - "replied the dog.
And Zapirón:
- Customs of street talk without knowing why or what for, speak for not silenced. To think there is nothing like the warmth of home.
- If we all stay at home ... - Began to say Berganza.
And Zapirón interrupted him with these words:
- The street has taught you well known, judging from the words in the manner of men. Amphibology is human invention, do not hesitate, friend Berganza. Staying home does not mean that men understand why and walking down the street, join the crowds in the square and scream them in the riots, is not participating in public affairs. From his home, and without leaving it, although one can govern the city.
- A cat maybe, but not a dog - said Berganza -. In home made dogmatists and fanatics, the lonely. You, carried away from your feline instinct, repent home to bush stalking, and the whole city but not it hunting forest. Many public robbers, cats, common thieves, who happen to be both excellent parents. Women's acquitted, for the woman, which lacks a civic sense, it will spare the city to enrich the family. And you, cats, landlords, has been said a thousand times, you have a natural female.
- And you, the dogs - said Zapirón - a male natural as that. A natural canine, cynical, impudent. Do not hide that I like women more than men, have more spirit of independence, although weaker, less servile. The slave always remains something more noble that the slave knows that he can enslave its master, feel the strength of his weakness. And this feeling of inner independence, deep freedom, becomes stronger at home. Freedom is domestic, not civic is homemade, non-street.
- You see, Zapirón friend? - Said Berganza - See? There goes the dogmatic, the apodictic. And you want so you want? Want to win the sympathies and men?
- I've never looked - said Zapirón - make me sympathetic to men. Always remember what I said one of them, whom they called Seneca: "Why do you rejoice that you praise those men you can not praise your time?" I do not want the applause of man, because I do not applaud me and I can not in conscience do so. Sometimes there that disgusts me so its smell, the smell of their misery, I have to leave your home, ie my home, and go get some fresh air.
- Go there - you Berganza interrupted saying - the utility and the street.
- The street - Zapirón answered her - but the roof, where there is more light, more air, more sky and more freedom. When I leave home, when I leave the kitchen, is to walk about the heights, which are cleaner than the streets where no such men throw their rubbish and where rain creates mud and no flowers.
- Yes, and there - Berganza said smiling, that is, gently wagging his tail - having fun in catching birds. The other day I saw you in the evening how from the edge of the roof, almost lying in the gutter, stalking swifts, throwing claws as they passed almost rozándote in its rapid flight. "You took some?
- Question barking, friend Berganza - said Zapirón -. What if I got any? What does that matter? Or do we think we get cats love to hunt for prey, like you dogs? No, for us the game is game and not trade. A cat could not be done, as a dog is a hound or a retriever. True freedom is only freedom in the game, brought to office, conviértese bonded. There is only one way to be truly free, and is playing, the bread and look for prey is always, in any case, slavery.
- Did he think, Zapirón, Dogs do not we play? - Berganza said.
- Yes, you play - you said that - games that men learn, and you play to flatter and deceive man. Your games are road games. When retozáis each other, it seems to me see you jump the hoop and walking on two legs. Walking on two legs! This is the proper attitude of the slave! The high side, ie, looking at the master's eyes, waiting for the luggage. No, no, we must always look to bring about soil, since soil is the guarantee of freedom. Gets pine ridge that easily bends.
- What doctrines Zapirón friend, - exclaimed Berganza - what doctrines! Is there for the cat, the dog is there for anything more noble to take the man as a model and approach him? Is not man the crown of the animal kingdom?
- I suspect - Zapirón replied disdainfully - they were throwing a philanthropist. I should know for your servitude. The man crowning of the animal kingdom? He thinks so, presumptuous! But the kingdom, or rather animal republic, not a coronation, but as many as its component species. Walk a thousand sites, and a thousand rises. Now that men hain invented the Shoulders. Well, the ideal dog should be the sobreperro or supercanis "the cat, the sobregato, or "supercatus" and not man. My effort should be to overdo myself in my own line, but not me man. Your remote ancestors, friend Berganza, dogs of the forest, before joining the man howled, were associated with him, they stood to imitate him, tried to talk and bark. Do you think the bark is higher than the howling?
- To our ears, yes - Berganza said.
- For your ears spoiled by living with the man - said Zapirón -. But when you really do not ladráis hurts but aulláis. Barking is a vile imitation. And perhaps to us so with the meow. The imitation of man is l ouch we lost dogs and cats.
- men well said, friend Zapirón - noted Berganza - who are ungrateful. Ingratitude is a vice cat.
- Ingratitude! Ingratitude "you say? - Burst forth in indignant accents Zapirón -. "Ingratitude? I'm sick of hearing about ingratitude. The one accused of ingratitude to another usually be either a hypocrite or a petulant. Let us, Berganza friend of ruin that is to pay benefits to thank us, let's stop that and tell me you do not believe that gratitude can not be fit but not of kin? Not enough to make us a profit so that we feel obliged to thank him, it is necessary that such is like ours, it is necessary to have community of feeling between his action and our receiving it. Who is the man, the ridiculous and petulant man, to accuse us of ingratitude to cats? Well that would be ungrateful to complain of my Micifuz-and this does not complain about it, "but is the master of the house I live? Cree me a great benefit to me to eat the leftovers and waste from your table, and still figure, bullshit!, I must thank once again the hand pass me by smoothing his hair back. I'm nasty! I am ungrateful! Why, tell me, I have to thank those caresses? Could it be that makes them for me? No, made for the pleasure they find them. It is a pleasure to spend your touch the hand down the back, and enjoyment takes your payment. Where do I need to thank? No, there's no need to thank those caresses, there is no reason to acknowledge the applause. While the jump ring, are a pleasure to see you jump well, and I applaud him, is giving out to your satisfaction, and give that satisfaction should paid. Thank caresses! Call me ungrateful! But I'm not surprised, because only the young of the human species, only the pups of man, they come to call the girl ungrateful not for love. The son of the master of my house, which is uglier than Pici and more fool you the de Coria, called ungrateful for a girl who has given five times, and pumpkin. Such is the human idea of \u200b\u200bingratitude, and as such I am deeply honored that I have for men called ungrateful to the feline race.
- These theories, friend Zapirón - Berganza said - are the men called anarchists.
- And give to men! - Zapirón stopped him -. Men will say whatever they want, and I, friend Berganza, I tell you these are not theories or anything like it. And as an anarchist, here's another human invention therefore the animal kingdom. Is he the king of creation, the alleged king of the animals, who invented it. But in our republic all this varies greatly ...
- Well, well, another day will continue - interrupted Berganza.
- Yes, I see where your master calls you, follow him - he said Zapirón -. I will seek to jointly Zapaquilda man whispering sweet conversation of love.
- But ... - Began to say Berganza.
Zapirón
And, guessing, added:
- Yes, our conversations with love are put at man's whisper. Such are the conversations all of the couple. If you see two pairs of two bars, you can swear that they speak of those, and those of them, and if no Man, what would protest and mutter?
- Look, Zapirón friend - concluded Berganza - how you too need to live the man and his slave. We need to talk bad about him and echártelas as independent. Your blow is more subservient licking my hand. That's the world. Goodbye, Zapirón, my respects to Zapaquilda. I called my master.
And they parted.
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