By Alonso Jerónimo de Salas Barbadillo
Los angeles obra de Alonso Jerónimo de Salas Barbadillo ve los angeles luz en un momento de grandes transformaciones. Activamente involucrado con el parnaso literario de su tiempo y plenamente integrado en
las discusiones sobre lo
que debía ser o no los angeles buena ficción, perteneció a varias Academias poéticas junto con figuras de l. a. talla de Lope, Góngora o Quevedo. los angeles mezcla y el eclecticismo que definen su producción convierten su figura para algunos en difícil de clasificar. Salas destaca como narrador, ensayando comedias en prosa, novelas "a cajones", sátiras menipeas, picaresca femenina, cuadros entremesiles, narrativa epistolar, cuentos y diálogos, etc., obras todas en las que nos da una visión muy own de l. a. sociedad española de su momento. Exponente de literatura costumbrista para unos, creador de narrativa picaresca para otros, l. a. mayoría lo considera uno de los mejores satiristas de su tiempo. l. a. noche literaria ha inspirado a toda una serie de personajes aventureros o estrafalarios. Salas reúne en esta novela un compendio de acción, burlas y enseñanzas, con un protagonista a veces entrañable, a veces abyecto, que deambula por los placeres y peligros nocturnos del Madrid barroco.
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Experience first—language second. How can I tell how I felt? I saw things around me with a curious double vision, as if I stared at them through rippling water—yet I felt no surprise and no curiosity about this. I moved like a sleepwalker, unaware of what I was about to do—but I was wide awake, fully aware of who I was, where I was, what my job at the Section had been. There was no amnesia; my full memories were available to me at any moment. And, although I did not know what I was about to do, I was always aware of what I was doing and sure that each act was the necessary, purposeful act at that moment.
I mean to say she was to me still old Lady Haines, the spinster secretary to the boss, the one who bawled me out for poor grammar in my reports. In the second place, if she was carrying a parasite I did not want to risk burning it, not after what we had been told. I am not the world's best shot, anyhow. She ducked into a room; I came up to it and again I hesitated— sheer habit; it was the ladies' room. But only a moment. I slammed the door open and looked around, gun ready. Something hit me back of my right ear.
Greenberg, could you come up for a moment? " He fussed, but agreed to do so. When we entered the loft I closed the door behind us and led him over to the open crate. "Here," I said, "if you will just lean over there, you will see what I mean. If I could just—" I got him around the neck with a grip that cut off his wind, ripped his jacket and shirt up, and, with my free hand, transferred a master from the cell to his bare back, then held him tight for a moment until his struggles stopped. Then I let him up, tucked his shirt back in and dusted him off.