Fragments

Cambalache, Enrique Santos Discépolo, 1934. Translation by Alberto Paz. That the world was and always be filth, I already know… In the year five hundred and six and in the year two thousand too! There always have been thieves, traitors and victims of fraud, happy and bitter people, valuables and imitations But, that the twentieth century is a display of insolent malice, nobody can deny it anymore. We lived sunk in a fuzz and in the same mud all well-worn… Today it happens it

"There is nothing more disastrous than the encounter of two idiosyncrasies, mutually attracted by the incommunicable which they assert, and which thus sympathize with the exterior by virtue of a semblance of affinity, but which must to hate one another for the same reason as soon as one succeeds in imposing oneself on the outside by means borrowed from a set of conventional signs—hence by true or false adaptation to common sense—the reason for the other to cry out trea­son, s