Le tomó tiempo, pero el Sr. Pachuco lo descubrió: ese texto tan lindo que Gordon lee casi al final de Batman: the dark knight rises es este:
"I see a beautiful city and a
brilliant people rising from this abyss. I see the lives for which I
lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I see that
I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their
descendants, generations hence. It is a far, far better thing that I
do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to,
than I have ever known."
El fragmento completo está en el
capítulo 15 de Historia de dos ciudades, de Charles Dickens. Me
gustaría poder decir con exactitud las circunstancias en que estas
palabras se expresan, pero no puedo, porque no conozco el libro. Sin
embargo, aquí dejo el fragmento:
"I see a beautiful city and a
brilliant people rising from this abyss, and, in their struggles to
be truly free, in their triumphs and defeats, through long years to
come, I see the evil of this time and of the previous time of which
this is the natural birth, gradually making expiation for itself and
wearing out.
I see the lives for which I lay down my
life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy, in that England which I
shall see no more.
I see that I hold a sanctuary in their
hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence. I
see her, an old woman, weeping for me on the anniversary of this day.
I see her and her husband, their course done, lying side by side in
their last earthly bed, and I know that each was not more honoured
and held sacred in the other's soul, than I was in the souls of both.
I see that child who lay upon her bosom
and who bore my name, a man winning his way up in that path of life
which once was mine. I see him winning it so well, that my name is
made illustrious there by the light of his. I see the blots I threw
upon it, faded away. I see him, foremost of just judges and honoured
men, bringing a boy of my name, with a forehead that I know and
golden hair, to this place— then fair to look upon, with not a
trace of this day's disfigurement— and I hear him tell the child my
story, with a tender and a faltering voice.
It is a far, far better thing that I
do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to
than I have ever known."
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