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So my Spanish teacher decided to assign us a 500-page book in 17th-century Spanish for the weekend. And I have to do a presentation on it on Tuesday. And write a paper on it. Anyway, besides that being the reason I'm not out having a swinging Saturday night, and the reason I'm procrastinating by posting this, I thought I would share my favorite part so far:
Basically, this first Inca king, who (according to legend) descended from Heaven to lead the indigenous people from their wayward, barbarous ways (you know, knocking socks with their sisters and mothers, stringing people up by their ankles and chewing the meat off their bones, running around nekkid, etc.) into the Bright and Shining Ways of Civilized People, is about to kick the bucket and ascend back into Heaven to be with El Rey del Sol para siempre siempre. He gathers all his subjects together to make this speech about how, through their undying obedience (good thing he trained them to be so obedient so they'd be so excited to let the Spaniards boss them around and massacre them later) and willingness to spread the enlightenment of Civilization and The Absolute Upstandingness of the Divine Monarchy to other beastly Indians, he was going to pass on to them, whom he considered his very own sons (and probably most of them were somehow biologically related since, come on, the Holy Manco Inca Capac, King Descended from Heaven and All That Jazz could probably get as much native tail as he wanted) his VERY OWN NAME (Inca) and consider them heirs to his very own nobility.
BUT:
(My translation)
"He didn't wish that their women and daughters were called Pallas, like those of royal blood, because, women not being, as men are, capable of raising arms to serve in war, neither were they deserving of that royal name and title."
I can just picture all the Inca chicks being so excited to hear this noble speech of their king and so gracious all of his Noble Doings & ready to hear his final words of wisdom, then being like, " *sigh*... God damn it."
Anyway, I guess I better go try to make the next 450 pages of this equally amusing.
Basically, this first Inca king, who (according to legend) descended from Heaven to lead the indigenous people from their wayward, barbarous ways (you know, knocking socks with their sisters and mothers, stringing people up by their ankles and chewing the meat off their bones, running around nekkid, etc.) into the Bright and Shining Ways of Civilized People, is about to kick the bucket and ascend back into Heaven to be with El Rey del Sol para siempre siempre. He gathers all his subjects together to make this speech about how, through their undying obedience (good thing he trained them to be so obedient so they'd be so excited to let the Spaniards boss them around and massacre them later) and willingness to spread the enlightenment of Civilization and The Absolute Upstandingness of the Divine Monarchy to other beastly Indians, he was going to pass on to them, whom he considered his very own sons (and probably most of them were somehow biologically related since, come on, the Holy Manco Inca Capac, King Descended from Heaven and All That Jazz could probably get as much native tail as he wanted) his VERY OWN NAME (Inca) and consider them heirs to his very own nobility.
BUT:
(My translation)
"He didn't wish that their women and daughters were called Pallas, like those of royal blood, because, women not being, as men are, capable of raising arms to serve in war, neither were they deserving of that royal name and title."
I can just picture all the Inca chicks being so excited to hear this noble speech of their king and so gracious all of his Noble Doings & ready to hear his final words of wisdom, then being like, " *sigh*... God damn it."
Anyway, I guess I better go try to make the next 450 pages of this equally amusing.