"And now I know how Joan of Arc felt..."

[Bigmouth strikes again: a Dios pongo por testigo de que me alzaré sobre una tabla de surf.

Ingrid Bergman en la película de 1948 de Victor Fleming, victoriosa a su manera.]

"Yes, I suppose you could. And you'd wind up regretting it every day for the rest of your life. Don't go there, Joyce. Try to roll with the punches. Keep your chin up. Don't take any wooden nickels. Vote Democrat in every election. Ride your bike in the park. Dream about my perfect, golden body. Take your vitamins. Drink eight glasses of water a day. Pull for the Mets. Watch a lot of movies. Don't work too hard at your job. Take a trip to Paris with me. Come to the hospital when Rachel has her baby and hold my grandchild in your arms. Brush your teeth after every meal. Don't cross the street on a red light. Defend the little guy. Stick up for yourself. Remember how beautiful you are. Remember how much I love you. Drink one Scotch on the rocks every day. Breathe deeply. Keep your eyes open. Stay away from fatty foods. Sleep the sleep of the just. Remember how much I love you".

[Paul AUSTER (2011) The Brooklyn Follies. London: Faber and Faber. Pg. 293]

Consejos prácticos para heroínas anónimas en NYC. Stick up for yourself.