Printable Map Of Washington Dc Attractions The Decapitated Chicken (Part 1)

Horacio Quiroga

The Decapitated Chicken
(Part 1)

all day, sitting on the patio in a bank, were the four children of the marriage idiots Mazzini-Ferraz. Had his tongue between his lips, stupid eyes and turned their heads with their mouths open.
The yard was dirt, closed to the west by a brick wall. The bank faced it, five feet, and there stood still, eyes fixed on the bricks. Como the sun disappearing behind the wall, the idiots had a party. The blinding light their attention at first, gradually encouraged their eyes, finally burst out laughing, flushed by the hilarity of anxiety, watching the sun with joy bestial, like food.

other times, aligned on the bench, humming for hours, imitating the electric tramway. Loud noises also shook their inertia, and then ran, biting their tongues and roaring around the patio. But nearly all were off in a gloomy torpor of idiocy, and spent all day sitting on their bench, legshanging still, soaking his pants with sticky saliva.

The oldest was twelve years old and the youngest eight. In all their dirty and helpless you could see the absolute lack of maternal care a bit.
These four idiots, however, had once been the joy of their parents. After three months of marriage, Mazzini and Berta guided her tight love of husband and wife and husband and wife, to a more vital future: a child: What greater happiness for two lovers that honest consecration n their love, liberty and the vile selfishness of mutual endless love none, which is worse for love itself, hopeless pursuitServices Available for renewal?

So the 1st felt Mazzini and Berta, and when the child arrived, the fourteen months of marriage, they believed complied with happiness. The creature rose, beautiful and radiant, until he was Anoy medium. But in the twentieth month ago sacudiéronlo a terrible convulsions, and the next morning her parents knew no use whatever. The doctor examined him with such care professional who is obviously looking for the causes of evil in diseases of the parents. After a few days
paralyzed limbs regained movement, but intelligence, soul, auNo instinct, had gone away, had been deeply stupid, slimy, hanging, death is forever on the knees of his mother.

- Son, my dear son! - Sobbed it, on that awful ruin of his firstborn.

The father, desolate, accompanied the doctor away.
- You may be told, I think it is a case perdido.Podrá improve, educate yourself on everything you let your idiocy, but no further.

- Yes ..! Yeah ...! - Mazzini nodded -. Pe

Naturally, the couple put all their love in the hope of another

child. He was born, and health and clarity of laughter rekindled the future extinct. But at eighteen months, the convulsions of the firstborn repeated, and the next day dawned idiot.

This time the parents fell into deep despair. Then his blood, his love cursed! His love above all! Twenty-eight years he, twenty she and all his passionate tenderness was not enough to create an atom of normal life. CH nt it abolished. Could not swallow, move or even sit. Finally learned to walk, but clashed

against all, not realizing the obstacles. When washed

bloodshot lowed to face. Animábanse only to eat, or when they saw bright colors or heard thunder. Then they laughed, tossing out language and rivers of slime, radiant bestial frenzy. had, however,
certain imitative faculty, but could not get anything else. With the twins appeared to be conclusive been the terrifying offspring. But after three years ardently wanted another child again, hoping that the long time had placated the fatality.

Horacio Quiroga This text is really shocking. I remember when I first read it made me think of many things at once and left me both impressed and terrified. This is the first part, since it is a longish story, but I assure you it is worth reading completely.