Cultura clàssica (1/12/99)

Un mito es un relato tradicional de hechos inciertos e incomprobables con pretensiones de veracidad. Es un mito en sentido lato o leyenda.

En los mitos hay datos o elementos inverosímiles, pero no es eso lo que hace que un mito no sea histórico. Son un adorno. El elemento de certidumbre depende de los datos escritos en la época.

Zeus siempre se disfraza de algo, normalmente un animal. Si se presenta en forma de Diós fulminaría a la amante con el rayo.

Los elementos fantásticos ni son imprescindibles ni son minoritarios, porque se entrelazan con los meramente posibles.


No sé si escrivia el que deia el professor o si escrivia les frases cèlebres... L'únic que sé és que M'ENCANTEN els apunts que prenia. Demostració (si hi cliqueu, es veu més gran...):

Vaig a llegir alguns mites...

La gran fiesta de la democracia

(text de Quim Monzó, ahir a La Vanguardia. M'ha encantat.)

Pues finalmente voté. Ya ven: la vida es rara. A pesar de las reticencias, a pesar del desengaño creciente, a pesar de que en principio ninguna opción me satisfacía por completo (¡qué difícil es que algo te satisfaga del todo!), a pesar de todos los pesares, hice caso a las voces que me desaconsejaban abstenerme.

¿Por qué recapacité? Sinceramente, lo ignoro. Algo dentro de mí me impelía a ello. Pero sí sé que, una vez libre de los almibarados prejuicios de quien todo lo sueña perfecto (¡como si la perfección existiese!), entre los candidatos descubrí a uno que me interesaba. A partir de ese momento se produjo el milagro: cuanto más analizaba su propuesta, más me ilusionaba. De modo que, contra mis apáticas previsiones iniciales, voté. Le voté con todas mis fuerzas.

Luego, la espera hasta los resultados. Y entonces -de repente- la sorpresa. Debo confesarles que nunca antes, en mi larga vida como votante, había resultado vencedora ninguna de las opciones que escogía. Siempre salía otra. Esta vez ha sido diferente. Envié seis SMS, que pagaré a gusto cuando me llegue la factura, ahora que sé que, tras el recuento de votos, Rodolfo Chikilicuatre ha sido el ganador. ¡Perrea, perrea!

Ghibli

GRANDES MOMENTOS

Algun dia havia de sortir a la llum... Ole!

Johanne's Apocalypse, ch. 13, 1-4

Then I saw one beast come out of the ocean. It had 10 horns and 7 heads, each horn having a crown, and each head having a name in contempt of God... To have the power to give to the beast, the dragon was worshipped the beast as well, and said, "Who can become like this beast? Who can oppose the beast, and fight him?



(quina greu tallar-li el cap al bo del doctor Tenma, però és que sinó es veia molt petit...)

The Haunted House

You will say I'm superstitious, but finding myself in front of a bare black tree, surrounded by nasty huge bats, with a big full moon in the sky and a black cat staring at me... well, that's not what I would call a good omen. I had been looking for mushrooms all day in my favourite forest, and by the time I should have been home I found myself lost, with this panorama in front of me.

I had no idea what to do, so i decided to walk, no matter where. Everywhere would be better than that place - how innocent I was! -. Some time later, I saw a hill in the distance, wich had an enormous castle on its top. It was certainly a scary castle, a really old one, encircled by a rusty fence, and there wasn't any light in the windows. Despite this, I had nothing to lose, so I decided to enter the house and try to find a phone.

Luckily, the door was open. The house was even more dreadful inside, but I can't tell why I had this feeling. That's because I couldn't see or hear a thing. I felt a weird hollow inside, the same way as if I had perished. I was completely down, beaten by that sensation when, suddenly, I heard a horrifying shriek coming from downstaris. At that very moment, I saw a door opening in front of me, and in the door there was a disgusting old woman, limping with a large knife in her hand. No one will believe me, but there was blood all around her, in her clothes and also in her knife. And I can assure it wasn't hers.

I ignore if she followed me in my rush out the house, because I didn't dare to look back. Eventually, I found the way home, and I got there in less than thirty minutes. And guess what? There was a bloody knife leaning on the door...