Piranesi | Designing from Ruins of AntiquityAmong the many conundrums of Jorge Luis Borges’ story “The Immortal” is the City of Immortals. The Immortal by Jorge Luis Borges. First Edition Provenance: February as a short story (Publisher unknown). Excerpt Provenance. By Jorge Luis Borges, Adolfo Bioy Caeares, and Norman Thomas di No longer subject to the exigencies of corporeality, they were immortal.

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The impression of great antiquity was joined by others: The story ends with a brief postscript which discusses the fictional book A Coat of Many Colours by Dr. He added that on the far shore of that river lay the City of the Immortals, a city rich in immorta,s and amphitheaters and temples.

The gods who built it have died.

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As was ikmortals in his works, the details of events and architecture were vivid, but contorted masterfully to escape the bounds of physical existence and plausibility. Horribly, I grew used to that dubious world; it began to seem incredible that anything could exist save nine-doored cellars and long, forking subterranean corridors.

Views Read Edit View history. I explored the uninhabited interiors and corrected myself: Rufus wakes up from a nightmare to find himself tied up in a small recess on the side of a mountain inhabited by Troglodytes. Voltaire, Candide or Optimism.

He embraces the unknown. Borges lost his eyesight later on in life, but instead of deflating his motivation to write it revealed to him a renewed sense of literary broges that gives a vibrancy to his later work that is atleast as vivid as his earlier and more fantastical works. They knew that in an infinite period of time, all things happen to all men.


Borges was an Argentine writer and poet born in Buenos Aires.

You are commenting using your WordPress. I majored in English. These things were explained to me by Homer as one might explain things to a child. Weariness made my muscles slack, but I climbed the stairs, only pausing from time to time to sob clumsily with joy.

The postscript ends with the unknown author of the postscript rejecting Cordovero’s claim. Just before dying, he tells Rufus about a river whose waters bestow immortality on whoever drinks from it. Other staircases, clinging airily to the side of a monumental wall, petered out after two or three landings, in the high gloom of the cupolas, arriving nowhere. We travel around the center, never truly making it to the minotaur and the maiden. Indoctrinated by a practice of centuries, the republic of immortal men had attained the perfection of tolerance and almost borrges of indifference.

You are commenting using your Facebook account. We are human because we can have quandaries with death, we can contemplate it.

The Immortal (short story)

I know only that I was accompanied by the constant fear that when I emerged from immrtals last labyrinth I would be surrounded once again by the abominable City of the Immortals. Related posts in Utopias and Dystopias: You are commenting using your WordPress. As such, the infinite represents complete contradiction of the individual and also its validation. Notify me of new comments via email. The past, present, and future all exist at the same time.


But there is an added twist: As long as it lasts, no one in the world can be strong or happy. We are human because we die. Email required Address never made public. So that as Plato had an imagination, that all knowledge was but remembrance; so Salomon giveth his sentence, that all novelty is but oblivion.

Borges himself described the story as ” Blake wrote that if our senses did not work — if we were blind, deaf, etc. He died before dawn, but I resolved to go in quest of that city and its river. The story is about a character who embarks on a journey to achieve immortality, and after mistakenly acquiring it and weary of a long life, struggles to lose it and writes an account of his experiences.

The gods that built this place have died. In my chest I felt a painful throbbing, and I burned with thirst. But it is also the very human element within us, as it provides our creativity and our pleasure. I said this, I know, in a tone of incomprehensible reproof that verged upon remorse—with more intellectual horror than sensory fear.

InRufus’ ship runs aground in Eritrea while en route to Bombay, and he drinks from a spring, losing his immortality.