The Naming of Cats

Este soy yo

Habrán todos ya leído este manifiesto que dio T. S. Eliot sobre nuestra naturaleza. Nunca está de más repasarlo. En inglés mejor, porque, ustedes saben, soy un gato políglota y promuevo la exploración intelectual antes que la física. Desde un balcón el mundo es inmenso, inalcanzable. Y así está bien. Les recomiendo que remarquen la acentuación de las palabras cuando lo lean. Mejor si es en voz alta. Casi al final van a estar ronroneando, se los aseguro.

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,

It isn't just one of your holiday games;

You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter

When I tell you, a cat must have three different names.

First of all, there's the name that the family use daily,

Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,

Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey -

All of them sensible everyday names.

There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,

Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:

Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter -

But all of them sensible everyday names.

But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular,

A name that's peculiar, and more dignified,

Else how can he keep his tail perpendicular,

Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?

Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,

Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,

Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum-

Names that never belong to more than one cat.

But above and beyond there's still one name left over,

And that is the name that you never will guess;

The name that no human research can discover -

But the cat himself knows, and will never confess.

When you notice a cat in profound meditation,

The reason, I tell you, is always the same:

His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation

Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:

His ineffable effable

Effanineffable

Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

T.S. Eliot. "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats".

El de la foto de arriba es el autor, a los 19 años.