While Molina taught Valentín how to dream, Valentín taught him how to fight (even though dreaming in a prison cell is, in itself, an act of resistance).
Rest in peace, Molina. You would have loved The Prisoner's Dream by Eugenio Montale
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While Molina taught Valentín how to dream, Valentín taught him how to fight (even though dreaming in a prison cell is, in itself, an act of resistance).
Rest in peace, Molina. You would have loved The Prisoner's Dream by Eugenio Montale
My favorite Dostoevsky characters:
1. Dmitri Karamazov — the Russian Enzo Tortora — because he can gaze into two abysses at once.
2. The incel from Notes from Underground — the Russian Travis Bickle.
“Even then they were already getting used to bowing down to nothing but success. Anything just but humiliated and oppressed, they laughed at cruelly and shamefully.”
3. The doormat from White Nights — a soft-hearted, pussy-starved simp who marches proudly, head held high, toward the little triangle that gets him excited.
Honorable mention: Shatov, because fate absolutely screwed him over, and in life I always root for the losers.
Telemachus: “Will he return one day?”
Eumaeus: “Argos believes so. I’ve never seen a dog live for twenty years.”
Argos and Odysseus: "My kingdom for a kiss upon his shoulder"
I’m convinced someone out there ships Odysseus and Polyphemus.
“Nobody/Polyphemus” as a ship name would be absolute genius.
Anyway, I really grew fond of this poor bastard.
Odysseus’ love ranking:
1 Argos and Telemachus
2 Eurylochus
A very considerable gap
3 Penelope
Jokes aside, his own wife doesn’t recognize him, but his dog does.
"Everyone sees a beggar. Argos sees a king."
I ship Becket and Henry II, and Pyotr and Stavrogin.
If the relationship isn’t obsessive, politically disastrous and at least indirectly connected to murder, I don’t want it.
Of the death watching me / of the antidote I carry within
“Within the chrysalis lies the essence of true freedom.”
Now give me Leopold Bloom on the big screen, put through a full-blown #MeToo trial—first condemned, then hailed as a hero, twice in the dust and twice upon the altar—plus Stephen Dedalus (A Portrait of Telemachus as a Young Man) going completely berserk in the brothel during “Circe.”
(And I’d give anything to see Ivan Karamazov, delirious with brain fever, watching the Devil materialize on his sofa: Cillian Murphy as Ivan, Willem Dafoe as the Devil.)
@ Nolan, step up—if you’ve got the guts.
ARGOS LIVES ON
The Odyssey (2026), dir. Christopher Nolan
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Valentin Arregui and Luis Molina, Kiss of the spider woman
"Do what you want with me, because that’s what I want."
Luis Molina and Valentin Arregui, Kiss of the Spider Woman
You know how the time flies
Only yesterday was the time of our lives
We were born and raised in a summer haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days
I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet To go over everything They say that time’s supposed to heal ya But I ain’t done much healing
Hello, can you hear me? I’m in California dreaming about who we used to be When we were younger and free I’ve forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet
There’s such a difference between us And a million miles
Hello from the other side I must’ve called a thousand times To tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done But when I call, you never seem to be home
Hello from the outside At least I can say that I’ve tried To tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart But it don’t matter, it clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore
Hello, how are you? It’s so typical of me to talk about myself, I’m sorry I hope that you’re well Did you ever make it out of that town where nothing ever happened?
It’s no secret that the both of us are running out of time
Valentin Arregui and Luis Molina
Kiss of the Spider Woman, 1985
"She sings of her eternal love for him and begs him not to cry, because her sacrifice was not in vain."