What feelings does a library evoke? Read on and find out
what one of our Post First Certificate students has to say
about it...
INSIDE CULTURA'S LIBRARY
In the evening of April 22 when quiet shadows fall all over the library, some weird whispers can be heard among the shelves:
Alice in Wonderland (by Lewis Carroll): What a dark hole this is! What silence! Aren´t there any kids? Nobody playing? Nobody laughing? Nobody reading? Where is the Rabbit? Where is the Queen? Poor librarian so lonely!
The Piano: It seems I am untouchable! Nobody plays me…? (starts sobbing) Is this my karma?
Mrs. Dalloway (by Virginia Woolf): Don't cry P., or what should I do? Not so many people have understood me, have they? To commit suicide was one of my choices, ha! ha! … but, haven´t I given the most charming flowers to everybody and the coolest parties in London?
The Myth of Sisyphus (by Albert Camus): You´re right, “The only real issue treated by Philosophy is suicide!”.
A Woman of No Importance (by Oscar Wilde): (feeling bored) I told you long ago: “Talk to every woman as if you loved her and to every man as if he bored you and at the end of your first season you will have the reputation of possessing the most perfect social tact”.
The Great Gatsby (by F. S. Fitzgerald): Women? Yes, excellent to betray you. With them everything turns out to be sad in the end… Swill two double bourbons and carry on! And enjoy Paris, which will keep you happy and gay.
Breakfast at Tiffany's (by Truman Capote): (interrupting): I'm sorry, but two dry Martinis are much better!
September (by Rosamund Pilcher) and The Touch (by Colleen McCullough): (in unison) What are you saying?!! You will suffer, we know, but LOVE always wins in the end. There is no money, no power that could defeat it: LOVE, LOVE, LOVE…(they start singing):
Love is in the air
everywhere I look around
Love is in the air
every sight and every sound
and I don´t know if I´m being foolish
don´t know if I´m being wise
but it´s something that I must believe in
and it´s there when I look in your eyes
Love is in the air
in the whisper of the trees
Love is in the air
in the thunder of the sea
and I don´t know if I´m dreaming
don´t know if I feel safe
but is something that I must believe in
and it´s there when you call out my name
Love is in the air, Love is in the air
Oh Oh Ooh…
(Most of the books dance with joy, a very enthusiastic one is:)
A Christmas Caroll (by Charles Dickens): Right! That is what I meant! They´ve misunderstood my advice: I don´t long for expensive lavish luxurious Christmas as they are used to in the XXI Century, Good Heavens! My humble goal “was people opening their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys”.
Alice in Wonderland: What can we do now? How can we strive to keep liveliness here? (thinking)…Maybe some words from Old Georgie…
The Other, Myself (by Jorge Luis Borges): I don´t know, forgive my ignorance…but I remember that
It is said that Ulises, sick of portents
cried with love on seeing his Ithaca
of green eternity, not of portents.
THE END
These books among others, for better or for worse, have shaped me.
By Raul Antonio Coll
Post First Certificate
Come and visit our library, borrow a book, dicover new
worlds...Teacher: Alicia Zuliani
Class: Post First Certificate "A"
