Remember, man, you owe more to your urologist than you do to the French Revolution. The great events of humanity and the great people inspire me with very moderate enthusiasm. Their paths are usually littered with corpses, which makes my admiration for them conditional. My dear Manuel Alcántara taught me to distinguish admiration from astonishment. As I get older, I prefer life to work. I am an ordinary man and I only feel comfortable among those I consider my peers. Unpretentious people, who help me live with hope. They do not know their therapeutic qualities and do not ask me anything in exchange for granting them to me. I don’t even need them to be my friends, if that overused word still means anything. It is enough for me that they accept me and welcome me, which is a way of kissing that does not require seniority in the hierarchy of affections. It comforts me to believe that eternal life will consist of supernaturalizing the charm of everyday life, prohibiting the hierarchy of idiots, as is usual in this society of political parties Opinion Yes Disgust José Javier Amorós We are good people ruled by bad people. I was with them last Friday. We ate, drank and talked, while the afternoon slowly slipped into the bottom of our glasses. No one spoke of him, of his works, of his merits, of his glory. The most important thing we had to tell each other was that we were happy to be alive and to be together, and that was reason enough to repeat the meeting. I go to them less often than my tormented soul needs, but they insist. When I arrive, they receive me without reproaches or questions, and they give me the impression that instead of being a normal idiot, I was an important idiot. They all retain in their character as much as possible of the child they were, and this is seen even in their way of digestion. That’s why it’s better for me to leave your company, even if I have to take antacids. It was the great José María Castilla who introduced me to this group of after-dinner antidepressants. He is a man born to lead and make the life of his neighbor pleasant, even if he practices law with prestige. Javier Tafur, a former contributor to this journal and one of the best writers I know, also belongs to this virtuous community of healers. The assembly is enriched by the serene legal intelligence of clerk Manolo Fuentes, three resilient businessmen whose success surprised them at work: Félix Almagro, Miguel Díaz Matito and Marcos Cremades; the pure goodness of Antonio Cordón, from whom the bank learned nothing; the economist José Manuel Fernández, an ingenious free verse, who had just traveled the Camino de Santiago with Pepe Paniagua, a respectable Treasury inspector, not at all dangerous despite his work; and the undisciplined Pablito Luque, a naive man who continues to believe in the University and accumulates degrees to improve the rhetoric of alcohol. It is thanks to people from Córdoba like them that Córdoba gradually entered my heart.
