{"id":644,"date":"2020-11-16T13:05:50","date_gmt":"2020-11-16T13:05:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/?p=644"},"modified":"2020-11-16T13:05:59","modified_gmt":"2020-11-16T13:05:59","slug":"incidentes-de-honor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/incidentes-de-honor\/644\/","title":{"rendered":"Incidentes de honor"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Since my last visit to Cartagena, a pair of aerial fig roots, previously just hints, were dangling near the statue of the eighteenth-century actor, Isidoro M\u00e1iquez.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ve been away too long,\u201d I thought as I brushed sun-dried leaves from the statue\u2019s base and looked up at his Shakespearean pose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

M\u00e1iquez, although famous, is interesting to me as the father-in-law of Manuel Tamayo-y-Baus, author of \u201cUn drama nuevo\u201d, the object of my student\u2019s study. My student, a young woman by the name of Analia is, in turn, the object of my secret desires.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I settled into a caf\u00e9 chair facing the plaza, ordered a coffee and flicked open the binder of notes I made on her thesis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

Today, we would spend our time visiting original sources to establish the nature of M\u00e1iquez\u2019s influence on the young Tamayo. But first, I would drink in her beauty and brilliance, and ponder on the unbridgeable gap of age and professional duty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cProfessor,\u201d a voice disturbed my reverie, and there she was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAh, Analia, buenos d\u00edas,\u201d I replied, \u201c\u00bfC\u00f3mo has ido?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I indicated the chair and she sat, her dark eyes gleaming with intelligence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat do you think of my new chapter?\u201d She asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s exceptionally good,\u201d I replied. \u201cI see you noticed Tamayo\u2019s Macbeth error. To what do you attribute that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI explore that in my next chapter,\u201d she said. I knew she would, nothing would escape her examination. \u201cI think there is deliberation behind it. As if Tamayo is saying to the audience, we do not know Shakespeare as well as we think we do. Yorick foreshadows this, saying the play has flaws, to which Shakespeare replies, \u2018The envious will count the flaws; let us only contemplate its beauties\u2019. Here, Tamayo is writing of his own work.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I smiled; she had it covered. We chatted for an hour before taking leave and strolling through the sunlit streets to the M\u00e1iquez repository, where we had secured an invitation to examine his diaries. Late that night, when we had read all there was to read, we headed to the restaurant quarter and ordered Rioja and Pargo Frito. Analia sat close and I could smell her scent through the wafting odours of the open kitchen. She looked at me intently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou know,\u201d she said, \u201cthe crux is Edmundo\u2019s adulterous affair with Yorick\u2019s wife, Alicia. I am unfamiliar with that kind of passion: an older person loving someone younger.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPerhaps,\u201d I said, \u201cit is something experiential.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPerhaps,\u201d she replied, \u201cit is something I should undertake if only to gain intimate knowledge…\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I swallowed. I could feel my heart beating and sweat gathering at the nape of my neck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou forget,\u201d I said, my decision made, \u201cAlicia is far younger than Yorick. Maybe you need to meet someone nearer your own age.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A smile played across her lips as she stood and said, \u201cYou\u2019re right, Professor. I will continue my research when I return to Madrid. Goodnight.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her lips brushed mine and she was gone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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