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The Spirit of Emulation

Among the inhabitants of the apartment building on Paraguay Street, where I live, the spirit of emulation is quite intense.

It's true that for a long time they limited themselves to rivaling one another in dogs, cats, canaries or parrots. The most exotic among them never went beyond little squirrels or a turtle. I myself had a beautiful German shepherd named Joey that was just slightly smaller than our apartment. However, besides Joey - and this was something completely unknown -, there lived with my wife and me a lovely spider of the species Lycosa pampeana.

One morning, at nine o'clock, while I was feeding my pet, the neighbor from 7-C - whom I had never even seen before - came by to borrow my newspaper for a moment, for who knows what confused reason. Afterwards, without managing to leave, he just stood there for a long time with the newspaper in his hand. He was staring, fascinated, at Gertrude, and in his stare there was something that made me shudder. It was the spirit of emulation.

The next day he came by to show me the scorpion he had just bought. In the hallway, the maid of the people who live in 7-D overheard our dialogue on the life, habits and feeding of spiders, scorpions and ticks. That very afternoon her employers acquired a crab.

Then, for a week, there was nothing new of note. Until one evening when I happened to be on the elevator with one of the neighbor women on the third floor: a languid, young blonde with one of those vacant stares in her eyes. She was carrying a big, yellow purse, the zipper of which was partially broken: every little while, through one of the breaks, there would poke out the tiny head of a golden yellow lizard.

The following noon, as I was returning from the grocery store, the bags almost flipped out of my hands when I bumped headlong into the large ant bear (or anteater) which was being lowered from a truck, en route to the doorman's office. One of the many onlookers who had congregated there mumbled - in a voice loud enough to be heard - that in truth the ant bear was not a real bear. The attorney's wife looked startled at this, and ran, trembling, to take refuge in her apartment. I didn't see her reappear until a few days later when, with a radiant and disdainful face, she came out to sign the receipt for the freight delivery men who had just brought her an American brown bear.

My situation was now becoming untenable. The neighbors denied me their greetings, the butcher refused me credit, and I was receiving insulting anonymous letters every day. Finally, when my wife threatened me with separation, I realized I could no longer endure an insignificant Lycosa pampeana a single day more. I then entered upon an unprecedented round of activities. I borrowed money from several friends, I became indescribably frugal, I stopped smoking... In this way I was able to purchase the most marvelous leopard you can imagine. Immediately, the fellow in 7-C, who always followed right in my footsteps, tried to outdo me with a jaguar. And, although it may seem illogical, he succeeded.

What hurts me most is dealing with people who lack aesthetic sensitivity, people who don't perceive quality, people who are merely quantitative. There wasn't a single neighbor who bowed before the superior beauty of my leopard; their understanding had been blinded by the greater size of the jaguar. At once, all the neighbors, spurred on by the boastful air of the jaguar's owner, gave themselves over to renewing their animals. I had to recognize that my humble leopard no longer provided me with my former status.

In the face of stealthy telephone conversations my wife was having with some anonymous gentleman, I saw that my only alternative was ironclad. With no remorse whatsoever, I sold the furniture, the refrigerator, the washing machine and the floor-waxer. I even sold the television. In short, I sold everything that could be sold, and I bought an enormous anaconda boa constrictor.

A poor man's life is hard: for only three days was I the hero of the building.

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My anaconda boa broke every dike, it destroyed every sense of moderation, it brought down the most respected conventions. In all the apartments there now multiplied lions, tigers, gorillas, crocodiles ... Some even had black panthers, those panthers they don't even have in the municipal zoo. The whole building resounded with roaring, howling and chattering. We spent the nights awake; it was impossible to sleep. The intermingled odors of felines, quadrumanes, reptiles and ruminants turned the atmosphere unbreathable. Huge trucks brought tons of meat, fish and vegetables. Life in the building on Paraguay street became a little dangerous.

After a very long time, I had a disturbing experience when I once again shared the elevator with the languid, young neighbor woman on the third floor, who was now taking her Bengal tiger out for a walk around the block to go pee-pee. I recalled her lizard that stuck its tiny head out through an opening in the zipper. I felt moved to tenderness. How far behind we had left those first, difficult and quixotic days of scorpions and crabs!

Finally there came a moment when nobody could be trusted. The doorman, under the tense surveillance of several of the apartment owners, washed his two-horned rhinoceros with soap and water out on the sidewalk, and then - as if nothing had happened - he herded it into his apartment. This was more than the man in 5-A was accustomed to putting up with; a few hours later he triumphantly ascended the stairs, leading his hippopotamus by its bridle.

The building is now flooded and semi-destroyed. I am composing this report on the roof, in unfavorable conditions. Every so often, I'm startled by the plaintive trumpeting of the elephant that lives with the people in 7-A. I'm writing with my watch in view, since, at eight-minute intervals, I must take shelter amidst the ruins of the stairway so that the jet stream of vapor ejected by the blue whale in 7-C does not ruin these pages. And I write with a certain uneasiness, being, as I am, under the imploring gaze of the giraffe in 7-D, which, by sticking its head up over the wall, never ceases, for even one second, begging crackers from me.

 

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[From Imperios y servidumbres, Barcelona: Editorial Seix Barral, 1972.]

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Submitted by admin on Fri, 10/13/2006 - 04:11

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great one...

Submitted by admin on Sun, 10/15/2006 - 00:16

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odd....

Submitted by admin on Mon, 10/30/2006 - 14:43

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I really enjoyed this story because it is not one that I have ever seen before. Fernando Sorrentino has a very imaginative mind to come up with a plot such as this. To sell all of your belongings and buy an elephant just so that you can show up your neighbors whale is quite fun. It really shows the fact that there is always a constant need to be better than everyone else. If someone out does you than you need go and do something even bigger to get them back. This is very true of society today. Our nation would be a lot more peaceful and whole if everyone would stop trying to be better than everyone else. That is the ultimate reason that I like this story. He exposes the true side of the human race.

Submitted by admin on Mon, 10/30/2006 - 14:58

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I think this is a very funny story of how people are so materialistic. When the man gets a new animal everyone just outdoes the last person. There is no justice. These people do not care of anything accept what they can do to one-up the last person. The man sells everything he can so he can have the boa constrictor and even that is not enough.

Submitted by admin on Mon, 10/30/2006 - 15:04

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I also agree that this story is very imaginative but strange at the same time. I liked the use of vocabulary to describe the different animals and the other tenants in the building. And it is a creative concept to describe the theme of trying to out-do other people. But I would have liked it to be summed up differently at the end of the story.

Submitted by admin on Mon, 10/30/2006 - 15:10

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This story is a good example of how people are set on out doing eachother, as said in the title. Though this story was in the humorous category I didn’t find it that funny; I found it more of a story that would be categorized as meaningful, even though I don’t think that it is a real category. The story was interesting because it kept bringing new and more exotic animals into the picture as the story went on. The final paragraph shows what can happen when things get in the way of a person’s no longer normal life. Finally, the only part that I didn’t like about this story was that it was vague; despite this, it was an awesome story.

Submitted by admin on Sat, 01/13/2007 - 13:15

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A WONDERFULLY FUNNY MAD AND SILLY STORY EXAGGERATING SLIGHTLY THE ONE-UPMANSHIP THAT PREVAILS TODAY.
I LOVED IT! Hoped the animals would eat their owners and take over the whole block!

Submitted by admin on Wed, 01/31/2007 - 02:45

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interesting

Submitted by admin on Tue, 02/13/2007 - 14:42

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I really enjoyed reading this story. Sorrentino did a great job of keeping the exposition short, but relatable. The rising action was amusing with all of the different animals. The climax was humorous with the author describing his situation on the roof. I loved how this story can be paralleled to life/human nature and how people tend to always want to be on top, no matter the consequences. Excellent morals packed into a short story. I give “The Spirit of Emulation” two thumbs up.

Submitted by admin on Tue, 02/13/2007 - 14:43

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This story was written with a great imagination. The first page was filled with events, and facts. It felt too informing, it could use some point of views, or conversations. I thought that once you got to the end of the story, the plot went away amongst the chain of events of new animals. I didnt feel that was a big enough conflict. If somthing bad had happened with the exotic animals it would give the final touch to a great story.

Submitted by admin on Mon, 03/05/2007 - 01:31

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what a great story fernando sorrentino...................... whats your inspiration?

Submitted by admin on Sun, 06/08/2008 - 09:32

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Very good!!

Submitted by admin on Tue, 03/31/2009 - 17:05

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3. I really enjoyed Fernando Sorrentino’s take on society, and the problems within it. I love how he is able to take a message so meaningful, and add humor to it. Reading this story makes you laugh, and really take a look at how you’re living your life. I think that is a great skill, and a writing style I would like to see more of. The moral of the story is obvious, or at least my take on the moral is. The constant need to “keep up with the Jones’s” is a problem within society. That if you were less concerned about trying to one up the person next to you, you might be able to be doing something more productive in life. Great story Sorrentino! I would love to read more of your work! Thanks for teaching a lesson through humor!

Submitted by admin on Fri, 04/16/2010 - 09:05

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I wonder if Fernando could be using animals as imagery to describe the drug habits of a community - eg starting small scale and becoming ever more unsatisfied needing to try new, harder substances to compete with the effects until the point when you cant stop as the (animal) has taken over every aspect of your existance.

Submitted by admin on Wed, 07/21/2010 - 17:26

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The spirit of emulation was a clever and simply way to describe the human society, sometimes you think you need some things that are not necessary for you, but you just need to show for people you can get it. Congratulations to the author!

Submitted by admin on Mon, 01/09/2012 - 00:16

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Very well written and interesting. I found myself smiling throughout reading and finished with a laugh that burst out unexpectedly when it came to the giraffe begging for crackers. Superb work Mr. Sorrentino.

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