Jorge Luis Borges - Labyrinths
Jorge Luis Borges - Labyrinths
Jorge Luis Borges - Labyrinths
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arrogance. In this way, for good or for bad, nine days elapsed.<br />
"On the tenth day the city fell definitely to the Black and Tans.<br />
Tall, silent horsemen patrolled the roads; ashes and smoke rode on the<br />
wind; on the corner I saw a corpse thrown to the ground, an impression<br />
less firm in my memory than that of a dummy on which the soldiers<br />
endlessly practiced their marksmanship, in the middle of the square. . .<br />
I had left when dawn was in the sky; before noon I returned. Moon, in<br />
the library, was speaking with someone; the tone of his voice told me<br />
he was talking on the telephone. Then I heard my name; then, that I<br />
would return at seven; then, the suggestion that they should arrest me<br />
as I was crossing the garden. My reasonable friend was reasonably<br />
selling me out. I heard him demand guarantees of personal safety.<br />
"Here my story is confused and becomes lost. I know that I<br />
pursued the informer along the black, nightmarish halls and along deep<br />
stairways of dizzyness. Moon knew the house very well, much better<br />
than I. One or two times I lost him. I cornered him before the soldiers<br />
stopped me. From one of the general's collections of arms I tore a<br />
cutlass: with that half moon I carved into his face forever a half moon<br />
of blood. <strong>Borges</strong>, to you, a stranger, I have made this confession. Your<br />
contempt does not grieve me so much."<br />
Here the narrator stopped. I noticed that his hands were<br />
shaking.<br />
"And Moon" I asked him.<br />
"He collected his Judas money and fled to Brazil. That<br />
afternoon, in the square, he saw a dummy shot up by some drunken<br />
men."<br />
I waited in vain for the rest of the story. Finally I told him to go<br />
on.<br />
Then a sob went through his body; and with a weak gentleness<br />
he pointed to the whitish curved scar.<br />
"You don't believe me" he stammered. "Don't you see that I<br />
carry written on my face the mark of my infamy I have told you the<br />
story thus so that you would hear me to the end. I denounced the man<br />
who protected me: I am Vincent Moon. Now despise me."<br />
To E. H. M.<br />
Translated by D. A. Y.<br />
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