Towal asks for Towal. How much of our understanding of ourselves depends on what we see of us reflected in others? I do not pretend to rediscover to you the classic by Oscar Wilde, but there is other not so well known fiction novel that could help us to understand Towal: The strange beast from the north, by the Swedish writer Lars Gustafsson. There is available a translation into Spanish: El extraño animal del norte, Ed Anaya. I see in this book a provocative philosopy about how anoying it can be to find your real self reflected in the others. So I find Towal's search of himself to be as necessary as it is dangerous. Have I planted a seed? Or, more precisely, have I properly watered yours? I am looking forward to reading here more comments in this, in my opinion, captivating subject. Abraços, O rato
Towal or not Towal, that´s the question.
ResponderEliminarCómo lo flipais los del GMML, sobre todo Zazenman ;-), pero quién vive...
Freedom is a road seldom travelled by the multitude (PE).
Ajá! eso es ¿quien vive? o mejor aún el borgiano que deberías conocer ¿entonces qué?
ResponderEliminarTowal asks for Towal.
ResponderEliminarHow much of our understanding of ourselves depends on what we see of us reflected in others?
I do not pretend to rediscover to you the classic by Oscar Wilde, but there is other not so well known fiction novel that could help us to understand Towal:
The strange beast from the north, by the Swedish writer Lars Gustafsson. There is available a translation into Spanish: El extraño animal del norte, Ed Anaya.
I see in this book a provocative philosopy about how anoying it can be to find your real self reflected in the others. So I find Towal's search of himself to be as necessary as it is dangerous.
Have I planted a seed? Or, more precisely, have I properly watered yours? I am looking forward to reading here more comments in this, in my opinion, captivating subject.
Abraços,
O rato
Ruquinho ti vas mais lonxe ca min. Eu quedei varado na pregunta:
ResponderEliminar¿qué es esto que es yo?
y esto basta para llenar de asombro mis días y mis noches.
;-)
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