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Spanish · Part Two

La vida interior

The Inner Life

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    Yes, she had dreamed!

    Síyessí · adverbemphatic adverb modifying soñado
    habíahadhaber · auxiliary verb, imperfect, indicative, third-person, singularauxiliary of soñado
    soñadodreamedsoñar · verb, past, participle, masculine, singularmain verb of the sentence
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    There were days when she imagined a sensational encounter, some man who would speak to her of the jungles and keep a tamed lion in his house.

  3. His embrace would be tireless and she would love him like a slave; then she would take pleasure in shaving her armpits for him and painting her breasts.

  4. Disguised as a boy, she would roam with him the ruins where the centipedes sleep and the villages where the black men keep their huts in the forks of the trees.

  5. But nowhere had she found lions, only flea-bitten dogs, and the most adventurous gentlemen were crusaders of the fork and mystics of the cooking pot.

  6. She turned away in disgust from these stupid lives.

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    As the days passed, the strange novelistic figures she had met were not as interesting as in a novel; rather, the very traits that made them vivid in a novel were precisely the hateful aspects that turned them repulsive in real life.

  8. And yet she had given herself to them.

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    But, once sated, they would draw away from her as if they felt humiliated at having offered her the spectacle of their weakness.

  10. Now she sank into the sterility of her living, like a sand flat already mapped by geographers.

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    Just as it was impossible to transmute lead into gold, so it was impossible to transform the soul of man.

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    How many times had she fallen naked into the arms of a stranger and said to him: "Wouldn't you like to go to Africa?"

  13. The other man flinched as if a rattlesnake had hissed at his side.

  14. And then she had the impression that those bodies armed with bones, wound about with muscle, were weaker than those of tender infants, more easily frightened than children in the forest.

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    Women were hateful to her.

  16. She watched them sink under the sensuality of the males, only to display everywhere the ugliness of their swollen bellies.

  17. They had a capacity for suffering and nothing else; this was a world of weary people, ghosts barely awake who stank of earth with their heavy drowsiness, as in the first ages of the world the lazy, gigantic monsters did.

  18. Hence her whole soaring soul felt crushed by the uselessness of her fellow creatures.

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    For Hipólita would have liked to move in a less dense universe, a world light as a soap bubble where matter was not subject to gravity, and she imagined the laughing joy of wandering all the sidewalks of the planet transformed at her will and giving the days the reality of a game to make up for the one her childhood had lacked.

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    Everything had been denied her when she was little.

  21. She recalled that one of the chimeras of her childhood was to dream she would be the happiest creature in the world if she lived in a wallpapered room.

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    She had seen in the windows of the hardware shops wallpapers that, in her narrow imagination, she fancied would make dreamlike the life of those who surrounded themselves with them — wallpapers that were like transplanting the Forest of Enchantments into a house, with their arbitrary flowers of blue, twisted on grounds striped with gold; and this dream of her seventh year was as intense in her as, later, when she was a servant, the idea she formed of the pleasure she would feel if she could own a Rolls-Royce, whose leather upholstery was as precious in her imagination as those impossible wallpapers that cost a mere sixty cents a roll.

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    It had all declined in days gone by.

  24. She recalled now, with the man's head on her knees, those Sunday evenings when the weather suddenly clouded over and the cold breeze drove her mistresses from the garden into the parlor.

  25. The rain pecked at the windowpanes, she took refuge in the kitchen gleaming with cleanliness, and through the rooms came the voice of the visitors; the ladies talked while the girls leafed through magazines, lingering on the photographs of wedding ceremonies, or played the piano.

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    And she, seated at the table, the hem of her apron twisting between her fingers, her bust slightly bowed, let herself be filled by the sounds, which were always sad to her, even when they spoke of cheerful things.

  27. Like a leper she felt herself cut off from happiness.

  28. The music brought her a vision of distant places, hotels among the mountains, and she would never be the newlywed who comes down to the dining room on the arm of her handsome husband, while the tableware tinkles and the birds flutter around the windows through which one can make out the falling of a waterfall.

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    She slowly twisted the hem of her apron between her fingers, her forehead bowed, her legs crossed.

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    She would never have a husband like Marcelo, nor spread her mantilla over the velvety rail of a theater box, while the diamonds sparkle in the duchesses' ears and the violins before the proscenium creak softly.

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    Nor would she be a lady, one of those young ladies she had served, whose husbands fondle them sweetly as pregnancy swells their long-suffering bellies.

  32. And her sorrow grew softly, like the darkness at dusk.

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    To serve... always to serve!

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    Then a rancor seeped into her anguish, her forehead grew heavy, and her reddened eyelids fell, sealing a resignation.

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    And in the parlor the piano made distant countries pass through her drowsy attention, and she imagined that the upbringing of those young ladies must make their souls more beautiful and more desirable to a suitor's longing, and her head grew heavy as if her skull had been transmuted into a helmet of leaden bones.

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    Everything around her — pots and stoves and the clean wood of the kitchen shelves, and the bathroom mirrors and the red lampshades — seemed to her to stand for a worth that set these objects forever out of her reach, and the dishcloth like the carpet, just like the children's tricycle, seemed to her to have been created to give happiness to beings of a different clay from the one she was made of.

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    The very dresses of the girls, the light fabrics with which they adorned their lovely bodies, the lace edgings and ribbons, seemed to her of a different nature from those she could buy for the same money.

  38. This sensation of living for a time among people set in a world unlike the one she belonged to unsettled her, to the point that hopelessness appeared like a stigma on her face.

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    What could she be, but a servant, always a servant!

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    Sullenly there rose up from her heart a muffled refusal, an answer to the invisible phantom that tormented her.

  41. Her life was a resistance standing upright against domesticity.

  42. She did not know how she would escape such a chain of misfortunes, but she never stopped repeating to herself that this state was temporary — unaware, however, of what was bound to befall her.

  43. And she continually watched the manners of the young ladies and studied how they tilted their heads, and how they took leave of their friends at the doors of their houses, afterward reproducing before a mirror the greetings and gestures she remembered.

  44. And these acts, which she performed in the solitude of her wretched little room, left on her lips and in her soul, for a few hours, a sense of ladyhood and refinement; and then she would reproach herself for her earlier clumsy manners, as if those earlier manners told against her true, present self as a young lady.

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    For a few hours her life was inflamed with a refinement penetrating and soft as the fragrance of a perfumed cream, with vanilla, and she seemed to feel in her throat the mellifluous voices of the "yeses" and the "noes", until she fooled herself into thinking she was answering a delightful companion who wore a blue-fox stole around her neck.

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    Her servant's room filled up again with insinuating phantoms; seated in an armchair upholstered in crocodile-colored silk, she received her friends who came to say goodbye before leaving for "Paris in France", and she talked of engagements.

  47. "Her mother would not allow her to go and summer at X... this summer, because they would run into S..., that indiscreet man who besieged her too much".

  48. Or she would cross the sea — a sea as still as the lakes of Palermo — seated in a wicker basket as she had seen it in the photographs of the decks of luxury steamers, when she passed through the streets on her way to do the shopping at the market.

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    She would have a Kodak lying forgotten in her lap, while a young man, cap in hand and leaning toward her, would speak to her shyly.

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    Her servant's soul was flooded with happiness.

  51. She understood that all this was so lovely that, had she been able to enjoy it, her charity would have been infinite.

  52. And she saw herself on a winter evening, walking down a darkened little street, wrapped in a coat of petit-gris, in search of an orphan girl, the daughter of a blind man.

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    She brought her relief, made her her adopted daughter, and one day the orphan made her debut in society; she would be by then a delightful young woman; her shoulders bare amid down of gauze, and, over her clear forehead, a wave of blond hair would harmonize with the delicacy of her almond eyes.

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    And suddenly a voice called her:

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    Hipólita... serve the tea.

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Los siete locos, Roberto Arlt. Part Two.
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Public-domain Spanish (Arlt, d. 1942). English translation © 2026 1732 Studios, LLC.
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