In Which Don Quijote and Sancho Panza While the Night Away (Volume 2, Chapter 12)

And self is really hoping and praying she finishes this book before her upcoming trip, because it is a bear to bring an 800-page novel (Don Quijote, translation by Burton Raffel) into an airplane, she did that once before, she thinks when she went to Berlin . . .

Self!  Stop!  Enough!

Okey dokey, self has arrived at Volume 2, Chapter 12.  And this is the perfect time to have landed on this chapter, because aside from making a quick run to Wegmans for gypsum and peat moss, self has decided to take it easy today.

So, here we go.  In this particular scene, Don Quijote and Sancho Panza are taking a brief respite from their various adventures:

They spent most of the night discussing these and other matters, but then Sancho felt the need to close the hatches over his eyes (as he used to say when he wanted to sleep), so he took everything off the donkey’s back and turned him loose to graze as he pleased.  He did not remove Rocinante’s saddle, because his master had expressly ordered that so long as they were in the field, or not sleeping under a roof, Rocinante should not be disturbed:  from time immemorial, knights errant had removed their horse’s bridle and hung it from the saddlebow — but unsaddle the horse?  Heaven forbid!  So Sancho did as he’d been told, and let Rocinante too go grazing at will, for between the two animals there existed so strong and special a friendship that, according to rumor, it was a tradition passed down from father to son, and indeed the author of this truthful history penned a number of chapters specifically on the subject, but in the name of the dignity and decorum due to such a heroic tale he felt himself obliged to exclude them —  though at time he forgets this resolve and tells us how close the two animals were, each helping the other to properly scratch himself, and how, when they were tired and well-fed, Rocinante would lay his neck across the donkey’s (and it stuck out a foot and a half on the other side) and the two of them would stand there, contemplating the ground, sometimes for three days on end, or at least for as long as they were allowed to, or they weren’t driven apart by hunger.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

More of DON QUIJOTE (Vol. 2, Chapter 10 of the Translation by Burton Raffel)

The writing of Miguel Cervantes (and the translation by Burton Raffel) is so beguiling.  Self is only about halfway through the novel.  She hopes she doesn’t have to lug this hefty novel all the way to Venice!  It would take up about a quarter of her small suitcase.  Without further ado:

Volume 2, Chapter 10

—  in which we are told how skilfully Sancho enchanted the lady Dulcinea, along with other events quite as ridiculous as truthful

As the author of this great history reaches the events narrated in this chapter, he records that he would have liked to pass over them in silence, afraid that no one would believe him, for here Don Quijote’s madness reaches almost unimaginable levels, and then goes still farther.  But, in the end, although haunted by this fear, this self-mistrust, he wrote it all down exactly as it happened, neither adding nor subtracting from his history a single atom of truth, utterly indifferent to the possibility of being called a liar — and he was right to do so, for although truth may be stretched and grow thin, it does not break, flowing along over any and all lies like oil on water.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

The Many Faces of Lisa Yuchengco, Magazine Publisher and Now Documentary Filmmaker

So it was a very dreary day — rain!  Continuous rain!  And wiping up dog pee in the kitchen!  A flood of dog pee!

But the latter half of the day was very fine.  Self found Lisa Y’s house, and bugged her about her documentary, Marilou Diaz-Abaya: Filmmaker on a Voyage.

Self must admit:  she has always been fascinated by (Lisa and) Marilou D-A:  models, for self, growing up in Manila.  In convent school.  In a convent school founded by French nuns.

What was possible?

So, in the course of the afternoon, self had reason to ponder the following names:

  • Amy Austria (Self saw her in the few clips from Marilou D-A’s Brutal.  This actress was revelatory, heartrending.)
  • the iconic Marilou Diaz-Abaya herself, who passed away last October at 56 (“The real battle is not against cancer cells; the real battle is against fear.”)
  • an actor self had never heard of before:  Jaime Fabregas (He played the Spanish official responsible for Rizal’s execution in the movie Jose Rizal)

and of course:  Lisa herself!

Thank you for the fun time, Lisa!  You rock!

Mona Lisa Yuchengco, who directed MARILOU DIAZ-ABAYA: FILMMAKER ON A VOYAGE

Mona Lisa Yuchengco, who directed MARILOU DIAZ-ABAYA: FILMMAKER ON A VOYAGE

More of Lisa

More of Lisa

And STILL more of Lisa!

And STILL more of Lisa!

Self just has to say this:  Lisa, you look so adorable in purple!  You’re welcome!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

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