Friday, August 11, 2006

Matrimonio perfecto


Este lolo es el autor de High Fidelity, y un par de libros mas que se han hecho películas. ME ha sacado hartas carcajadas.

"What you don't ever catch a glimpse of on your wedding day -because how could you?- is that some days you will hate your spouse, that you will look at him and regret ever exchanging a word with him, let alone a ring and bodily fluids. Nor is it possible to foresee the desperation and depression, the sense that your life is over, the occasional urge to hit your whining children, even though hitting them is something you knew for a fact you would never do. And of course you don't think of having affairs, and when you get to that stage in life when you do (and everyone gets there sooner or later), you don't think of the sick feeling you get in your stomach when you're conducting them. And nor do you think in the husband waking up in the morning and being someone you don't recognize. If anyone thought about any of these things, then no one would ever get married, of course they wouldn't; in fact, the impulse of marry would come from the same place as the impulse of drink a bottle of bleach, and those are the kinds of impulses we try to ignore, because getting married -or finding the partner whom we will want to spend our lives with and have children by- is in our agenda. It's something we know we will do one day, and if you take that away from us then we are left with promotions at work and the possibility of a winning lottery ticket, and it's not enough, so we kid ourselves that it is possible to enter these partnerships and be faced only with the problems of mud removal, and then we became unhappy and take Prozac and then we get divorced and die alone."


Nick Hornsby, How to be Good, Penguin Books, 2001, p 85-86

13 Comments:

Blogger in_door said...

AAAAAAARGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

3:45 PM  
Blogger alebosch said...

Es Hornby!!!!
tambien me he leido de el. Bien divertidos, pero las listas de canciones de alta fidelidad todavia son mis preferidas. Acaba de salir uno nuevo que se llama A long way down.

2:58 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

¿y los hijitos? ¿qué hay de los hijitos???

7:26 PM  
Blogger Miguelito said...

Susanita:
Habria que preguntarle al curioso señor Hornsby. Si se pronuncia le cuento. Por supuesto que debe de ser distinta la situacion con Felipe.
Por cierto, si se sigue viendo, saludos a Mafalda.
B.

8:25 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

miguelito,
mil gracias por tus saludos ,yo tambien anduve biajando pero hacia el norte, parece que arranque un poco del frio de santiago,estuve de vacaciones con mis padres y fue bakan.
te mando una foto de lo nuevo de la zofri.
cariños

11:49 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

envidioso!

5:28 PM  
Blogger in_door said...

se nos amargó 2ball.
por qué?
qué le falta mijito?

6:11 PM  
Blogger Miguelito said...

Jajajajajaja.
No creo que se nos haya amargado. A fin de cuentas el Ph de acidez tiene su escala solo hasta el 7. Yo creo que solo es su manera de decir: "Presente". Pero calma, que ya pondre algo de futbol (aunque ha decir verdad es un tema que me importa tanto como la carrera de Hermes Gamonal).

7:00 PM  
Blogger Cuqui said...

De hecho hay un Libro de Nick Hornby que se llama "Fiebre en las gradas".... tal vez ese sea más adecuado para la tan afectada masculinidad de algunos jeje.

Saludos.

12:38 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

COSMOPOLITAN......MI REVISTA ¿ok

9:44 PM  
Blogger Miguelito said...

Estamos en Fever Pitch. Mcho futbol para mi, peo ya subo citas con testosterona.
Saludos.
B.

1:23 PM  
Blogger Cuqui said...

Lo que es yo, tengo en pausa About a Boy... bueno tambien, pero ahora empecé a releer cuentos de Almudena Grandes... bien "girly", pero en esa estamos. En fin.

10:24 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Prozac is no gooood!!!!

11:31 AM  

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