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Spanish · Part Two

Trabajo de la angustia

The Labor of Anguish

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    That night he did not sleep.

    EsaThatese · determiner, feminine, singulardeterminer of noche
    nochenightnoche · noun, feminine, singularoblique complement of durmió
    nonotno · adverbmodifies durmió
    durmiósleptdormir · verb, past, indicative, third-person, singularmain verb of the sentence
  2. He was extremely tired.

  3. Nor was he thinking of anything.

  4. He tried to give me a definition of that state in these terms:

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    —The soul is as if it had slipped half a meter out of the body.

  6. An extraordinary muscular annihilation, an anxiety that never ends.

  7. You close your eyes and it seems the body dissolves into nothingness; suddenly some lost detail surfaces, out of the thousands of days you have lived; never commit a crime, because that, more than horrible, is sad.

  8. You feel that you are cutting, one after another, the moorings that bound you to civilization, that you are about to enter the dark world of barbarism, that you will lose the helm — one tells oneself, and I said this to the Astrologer too, that it came from a lack of training in crime, but that is not it, no.

  9. In truth, you would like to live like everyone else, to be honest like everyone else, to have a home, a wife, to lean out the window to watch the passersby go by, and yet, there is no longer a single cell in your body that is not steeped in the doom locked inside these words: I have to kill him.

  10. You will say that I reason out my hatred.

  11. How could I not reason it out.

  12. Why, I have the impression that I am living as in a dream.

  13. I even realize that I talk so much in order to convince myself that I am not dead — not because of what happened, but because of the state a thing like this leaves you in.

  14. It is just like skin after a burn.

  15. It heals — but have you seen how it ends up?, wrinkled, dry, taut, shiny.

  16. That is how the soul ends up for you.

  17. And the gleam that flashes off it at moments burns your eyes.

  18. And the wrinkles it has disgust you.

  19. You know that you carry inside you a monster that at any moment will break loose, and you don't know in what direction.

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    "A monster!

  21. Many times I stayed lost in thought about it.

  22. A calm, elastic, indecipherable monster that will take even you yourself by surprise with the violence of its impulses, with the satanic obliquities it discovers in the recesses of life, which let it make out infamies from every angle.

  23. How many times I have paused on myself, on the mystery of myself, and envied the life of the humblest man!

  24. Ah!, never commit a crime.

  25. Look at me, the state I'm in.

  26. And I confess to you just because, perhaps because you understand me…

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    "And the night?…

  28. I got home late.

  29. I threw myself, still dressed, on top of the bed.

  30. The emotion a gambler can feel, I felt it in the anxious pounding of my heart.

  31. In truth I was not thinking of the events that would follow the crime, but rather kept hovering at the edge of it the curiosity of knowing how I would behave, what Barsut would do, in what way the Astrologer would abduct him; and the crime I had read of in certain novels presented itself as interesting; I saw now that it was something mechanical, that committing a crime is simple, and that it seems complicated to us only because we lack the habit of it.

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    "So much is this so that I remember I lay there, my gaze fixed on a corner of the darkened room.

  33. Fragments of an old existence, but disconnected, passed before my eyes as if driven by a wind.

  34. I never managed to explain to myself the mysterious mechanism of memory, which causes some insignificant detail, and an image that for years and years lay buried in our memory beneath the present of life, suddenly to take on an almost extraordinary importance in the exceptional circumstances of our life.

  35. We did not know those inner photographs existed, and suddenly the thick veil that covers them tears, and so, that night, instead of thinking about Barsut, I let myself stay there, in that sad boarding-house room, in the posture of a man awaiting the arrival of something — of that something I have spoken of so many times, which to my mind was to give my life an unexpected turn, to destroy the past entirely, to reveal to myself a man absolutely different from what I was.

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    "In truth, the crime did not worry me much, but rather another curiosity: in what way would I show myself after the crime?

  37. Would I suffer remorse?

  38. Would I go mad, would I end up turning myself in?

  39. Or would I simply go on living as up to now, aching from that strange impotence which gave all the acts of my life an incoherence that now you say are the symptoms of my madness?

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    "The curious thing is that at moments I felt great surges of joy, an urge to laugh in order to feign a paroxysm of madness that did not exist in me; but, the impulse once broken, I would try to picture in what way we would abduct Barsut.

  41. I was sure he would defend himself, but the Astrologer was not a man to step into an undertaking without foresight.

  42. Other times I would set myself the problem of how Barsut had guessed that the circular from the Ministry of War was forged, and I marveled at having kept that perfect presence of mind, when, turning his soaped face toward me, he said almost ironically:

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    "—Look, how curious it would be if the circular were forged.

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    "In truth he was a scoundrel, but I was not far behind; the difference perhaps consisted in that he felt no curiosity about his base passions, the way I would.

  45. Besides, nothing mattered to me in those circumstances.

  46. Perhaps it would be I who killed him, perhaps it would be the Astrologer; the fact is that I had hurled my life into a monstrous recess, where demons played with my senses as with dice rattled in a cup.

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    "Distant noises reached me; the weariness seeped in through my joints; at moments it seemed to me that the flesh, like a sponge, sucked up the silence and the rest.

  48. Grim ideas occurred to me about Elsa; a sullen rancor stiffened the muscles of my jaws; I even felt the sorrow of my poor life.

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    "And yet, the only way to redeem myself in my own eyes was by murdering Barsut, and suddenly I saw myself standing beside him; he was bound with thick ropes and thrown on a heap of sacks; of him only the green outline of the eye and the pale nose were distinct; I would lean gently over his body, brandish a revolver, softly part the hair from his temples, and say to him in a very low voice:

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    "—You are going to die, you swine.

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    "The shape shuddered, I would raise the revolver, press the barrel against the skin over the temple, and again repeat in a very low voice:

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    "—You are going to die, you swine.

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    "The arms writhed under the thick bindings; it was a desperate labor of bones and terrified muscles.

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    "—Do you remember, you swine, do you remember the potatoes, the salad spilled across the table?

  55. Do I have now that wretched look that worried you?

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    "But abruptly I would feel ashamed to say such vile things to him, and so I would say to him — no, no, I would say nothing to him; I would take a sack and cover his head: under the thick burlap the head writhed furiously; I tried to press it against the floor to secure the effectiveness of the shot and the steady position of the revolver's barrel, and the burlap slid over the hair, and all my efforts were useless to tame the fury of that beast, which now snorted dully to escape from death.

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    If this dream faded, I would imagine myself traveling through the Malay archipelago, aboard a sailing ship on the Indian Ocean; I had changed my name, I mumbled English, my sadness was perhaps the same, but now I had strong arms and the calmest of gazes; perhaps in Borneo, perhaps in Calcutta or beyond the Red Sea, or on the far side of the Taiga, in Korea or in Manchuria, my life will be rebuilt."

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    True, these were no longer the dreams of the inventor, nor of the man who discovered electric rays powerful enough to melt masses of steel as if they were lentils of wax, nor would he preside over the glass table of the League of Nations.

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    At other moments the terror advanced in Erdosain: he had the sensation of being shackled, terrible civilization had stuffed him inside a straitjacket from which there was no escape.

  60. He saw himself in chains and in the striped uniform, crossing slowly in a column of convicts, among dunes of snow, toward the forests of Ushuaia.

  61. The sky overhead was white like a sheet of tin.

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    This vision inflamed him; blinded by a slow fury, he rose, pacing back and forth across the room; he had a mind to strike the walls with his fists, he could have wished to bore through the walls with his bones; then he stopped at the doorjamb, crossed his arms, and once more the grief climbed up to his throat; whatever he did was useless, in his life there was one plain reality, single, absolute.

  63. He and the others.

  64. Between him and the others a distance came between them; it was perhaps the others' failure to understand, or perhaps his own madness.

  65. In any case, he was no less wretched for that.

  66. And once more the past rose up in pieces before his eyes; the truth is he would have wished to escape from himself, to abandon for good that life which contained his body and was poisoning him.

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    Ah!, to enter a newer world with great roads through the forests, where the stench of wild beasts would be incomparably sweeter than the horrible presence of man.

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    And he walked, he wanted to exhaust his body, to wear it out completely, to crush it with weariness to such a degree that forming a single idea would be impossible for him.

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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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