Jorge Bucay

Let Me Tell You a Story

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  • Jasna Tanevskahas quoted5 years ago
    Once upon a time there was a woodcutter who turned up one day looking for work at a lumberyard. The salary was good and the conditions were even better, so the woodcutter had every intention of making a good impression.

    The first day, he introduced himself to the foreman, who gave him an axe and assigned him to a certain part of the forest.

    Excited, the man went out into the forest to chop.

    And he cut down eighteen trees in a single day.

    “Congratulations,” the foreman said to him. “Keep it up.”

    Encouraged by the foreman’s words, the woodcutter decided to do even better the following day. So that night he went to bed very early.

    The following morning, he rose before anyone else and went out to the forest. But despite his best effort, he couldn’t manage to cut down more than fifteen trees. “I must be tired,” he thought. And decided to go to bed when the sun went down.

    At daybreak he rose, determined to beat his record of eighteen trees. Nevertheless, that day he didn’t even manage to cut down half that number.

    The day after that he cut down only seven, then five, and on the last day he spent all afternoon trying to chop down his second tree of the day.

    Anxious about what the foreman might say, the woodcutter went to inform him of what was happening, and to swear up and down that he was working himself to the bone.

    The foreman asked, “When was the last time you sharpened your axe?”

    “Sharpened it?” asked the woodcutter. “I haven’t had time to sharpen it: I’ve been too busy chopping down trees.”
  • Jasna Tanevskahas quoted5 years ago
    ‘Mezquino’—‘stingy’—must refer to one who is lacking, or thinks he’s lacking, what he needs most. Someone who needs something he doesn’t have in order to stop being diminutive; someone who refuses to give because he wants everything for himself; he’s the poor miserable wretch who can’t see anything beyond his own desires
  • Jasna Tanevskahas quoted5 years ago
    The memory of the powerlessness he felt when he was just a little baby is still etched in his mind.

    And the worst thing is that he has never really questioned that memory.

    He never, ever again tried to test his strength . . .
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