domingo, 18 de noviembre de 2012

Pasadizo. Nubes al fondo.

Thank God for that. You can shut them, say, 'Hold on a moment.' You play God to it. But who has ever torn himself from the claw that encloses you when you drop a seed in a TV parlor? It grows you any shape it wishes! It is an environment as real as the world. It becomes and is the truth. Books can be beaten down with reason. But with all my knowledge and skepticism, I have never been able to argue with a one-hundred-piece symphony orchestra, full colour, three dimensions, and I being in and part of those incredible parlors. As you see, my parlour is nothing but four plaster walls.
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

2 comentarios:

Manuel dijo...

Acabo de entrar y me ha interesado El lectoespectador. El índice promete. Pero me pasa como a ti: estoy algo saturado y leo a cuenta gotas. Me lo regalaré en fechas próximas y festivas, tendré más tiempo.
Y ya, abusando, me gustaría que echaras un vistazo a mi modesto blog bilingüe (soy gallego). Un saludo desde esta tierra que dicen meiga.

Vicente Luis Mora dijo...

Gracias, Manuel. Echo un vistazo a tu blog. Un fuerte abrazo