Source Text
Julio Cortázar
El Ídolo de las Cícladas
Julio Cortázar
El Ídolo de las Cícladas
Translation starts
The Idol of the Cyclades
“I don´t care whether you listen to me or not” said Somoza. “That´s the
way it is, and it´s only right that you know it”.
Morand jumped, abruptly as if returning from a faraway place. He
remembered that before succumbing to a vague day dream, he had thought that
Somoza was going crazy.
“Forgive me, I was lost in thought” he said. “You must admit that all of
this…Well, coming here and finding myself in the middle of…”
But assuming that Somoza was going crazy was too easy.
“That´s right, there are no words for it” said Somoza. “At least, not in
our words”.
They looked at each other for a second but Morand was the first to look
away. Somoza´s voice rose again in that impersonal tone typical of explanations
that became lost, suddenly incomprehensible. Morand preferred not to look at
him, and eventually fell back into an unconscious contemplation of the little statue
above the column. It was like returning to the island on that golden afternoon,
full of cicadas and the smell of herbs where incredibly, he had with Somoza, unearthed
the statue.
Translation ends
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