“En Santander. El pez y el reloj” in Los pueblos, ducking out of eternity and the meaning of life, Azorín is fetishising feet at the Cantabrian beach resort:
Little feet, arched and clad in elegant new shoes, are one of the most attractive features of a woman. I contemplate them all with the discretion with which a modest observer of life has to do these things. Maybe this splendid lady passing finds herself so close to me in order that I may realise an inspection; so–pay attention–I drop my little walking stick in her path and bend down, as is natural, to pick it up…
Then a fisherman catches a fish, Azorín’s watch falls in the water, and he wonders whether this magnificent swap
isn’t like when we invest our illusions in an ideal and then melancholy reality takes us on different paths.
So, no lectures on podiatrics for the poor:
- Fishing talk
A new study, Fish intake during pregnancy in relation to offspring’s early cognitive development, shows that women who ate fish regularly during
- Les pervertis de Santander
Archaic French erotic pulp, plugging Cantabria’s gaping literary hole?
- Specs on the beach
I do hate to be beside the seaside, unless it’s raining.
Tired of my never-ending get-poor-slow schemes, I went gold-panning in the national park today with Lluís, who is 74 but doesn’t
- Video of functional organ-MIDI set-up
Featuring a passing neighbour of the maker, Diabolus.org: I’m awaiting somewhat trepidly surgery which I hope will clean up what little is