There
was much ado about this in the literary world. We decided to give a
banquet to tribute Araquistain so as to collect signatures for
supporting him. My ultraist friends were aware that I was
acquaintance with Cajal from the Natural History Museum, where I
would prepare platelets for his microscope in the Entomology
section. So, they asked me to get his signature, which would have
been the most prestigious of all. So, I did . But Cajal, very old at
that time, refused to sign it. He claimed the excuse that the
newspaper ABC, where the Audacious Sir collaborated regularly, was
going to publish his own memoirs and he was afraid that by signing
that, the newspaper terminated the contract.
Although
for different reasons, I do always refuse to sign the requests I am
given. The sheets of signatures are nothing but a way to calm down
your conscience. I know my attitude is arguable. That is why if
something happens to me, if I end up in jail, for example, or I
disappear, I beg nobody to sign for me.
It´s
not the first time that Cajal has appeared in this blog. In the first
one, Cajal was told off by Emilia Pardo Bazán, and that must have
been serious business.
I
had no idea of this collaboration between Buñuel and Cajal before
reading this book and it´s not the only amazing thing I´ve
discovered. I´ve also found out that Buñuel was about to kill Gala
and also that John Wayne led a supporting association for Franco.
But
the most practical information of the text is the one dealing with
collecting signatures. I think I´m going to use it the next time a
girl from an NGO comes up to me and tells me: do you have a second?
I´ll say no moving my finger, while speeding up my pace and saying:
“I know my attitude is arguable”
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