The Dead Dog Party is going on here.
I missed both WorldCon and BitterCon bittercon because I spent the weekend in Salamanca, Spain, a gorgeous Renaissance university city. As promised, I return with local specialities for the Dead Dog Party. I have wine: intense red Toro and fruity dry white Rueda. I also have guijuelo ham, hinojosa cheese, and caramelized almonds.
Most of all, I took a photo to liven up the party. It's a tradition to write on the sides of the buildings using bull-blood-red paint and an antique alphabet. This inscription is on the side of the Old University building. Translated:
"Freedom, Sancho, is one of the most precious gifts that the heavens can give to men. The treasures buried in the earth and covered by the sea cannot equal it."
Don Quixote de la Mancha, Book II, Chapter 58
Their Majesties the King and Queen accompanied by Iberian-American heads of state and governments uncovered this plaque to commemorate the 15th Iberian-American Summit.
Fourth centennial of the publication of "El Quixote"
The municipal government of the city, October 14, 2005
Massive parts of El Quixote are only talk. The famous encounter with the windmills takes barely two pages early in the 1100-page book, and other adventures are also rather brief. Instead, the joy of the book comes from its hilarious, prolonged conversations and speeches.
Could we write books with pages and pages of discourse now? If the discourse were funny enough?