Borges "El Sur" and tango

Michael (not my Mike) recounted the short story El Sur while we enjoyed ribs at our monthly BAIN luncheon. Luckily I can search and find these files on the internet, which I think would have amused Borges. His writing makes me laugh and makes me cry all  in the same moment. Here is an excerpt

He placed his suitcase in a luggage net.  

When cars lurched forward, he opened it and, after some hesitation, took

out the first volume of the Thousand and One Nights. Travelling with this book, which
was so linked to the story of his misfortune, was an affirmation both that that misfortune
had been erased and a joyous and secret challenge to the frustrated forces of evil.
On both side of the train the city gradually broke apart into separate suburbs.
First this view of them and then the sight of truck gardens and small farms delayed the
start of his reading. The truth is that Dahlmann read very little. The magnet mountain
and the genie who has sworn to kill his benefactor were—who can deny it—
marvelous,16 but not much more than the morning and the fact of being. Such joy
distracted him from reading about Shahrazad and her superfluous miracles. Dahlmann
simply would close his book and let himself be alive.


So in tango. Close the lessons and let it be only the music and the floor. Let it come alive.