Wednesday, July 28, 2010

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TEN MILLION DEGREES CENTIGRADE

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BERNARDO: Would it also be too hot?
ORESTES: If you call it hot. I do not know how to call it. The truth is that it would be the worst of hells because temperature could ascend up to ten million degrees centigrade.
BERNARDO: Ten million degrees centigrade? In the center of the explosion?
ORESTES: As you hear, my dear fellow... Where you would like to stand...
BERNARDO: That would be really too hot, wouldn't it?
ORESTES: Well, imagine yourself... If water boils at one hundred degrees. What would happen at ten million? We would vaporize and vanish, without leaving on the floor not even a dirty drop of ourselves.
BERNARDO: Do you believe, sir, that at the gates of Hell the temperature would also climb to that level?
ORESTES: Hell?... My dear fellow, you will have to address that question to Virgil or to Dante or to Farinata degli Uberti if you find them somewhere on the road. They might be too old by now. But it is also possible that if you watch them with your binoculars you could see them moving and walking among the flames with the same red headdress and the same bluish green tunics of those times.
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Critique to Human Estultitia
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Manuel Lasso
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Wednesday, July 21, 2010

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WHY WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAND THERE?
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ORESTES: This explosion is quicker than an envious human thought. Infinitely faster than the moving fingers of a clever robber in front of a pocket full of money or of a smiling magician ready to do a trick on us. After the blinding detonation no one would realize that everything had disappeared because there would be nobody to confirm it. At one moment, life would continue as usual with their exceedingly delicious sexual urgency, their philosophical disjunctive and their consecutive dilemmas. On the next, in the middle of the smoke, the colossal explosion with its immense ball of fire would have relentlessly destroyed a great part of that city and would be advancing towards the periphery, as if galloping under the beat of the Overture of William Tell... If you are standing at the hypocenter of the explosion, you will blow up and disappear, together with half of that apothetical and transcendental city, in less than a hundredth of a second, leaving an immense area of black rubble with exposed high voltage wires, leaking gas ducts, fallen sharp objects and fires... So, why would you like to stand there?
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by Manuel Lasso
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