Rereading the Parallel lives I started to think of a possible Plutarch app to our reality. The purpose of the great late-imperial polygraph was not to write “stories, but lives”, in which “a fact of a moment, a sharp saying and a childishness serves more to declare a character than battles […] and city sites ”(I quote from the classic translation by Ranz Romanillos). So I, a provincial polygraph carried with a lighter intention, established a local parallel between two heroic figures called, it seemed, to leave their mark, and today silenced, who knows if forever.
A year and a half ago, Albert Rivera had in his hands the consummation of a feat that could have changed the course of the waters, and he wasted it, causing the first debacle of a party in full swing. Thus was born adventurously a triumvirate turned to the left, the results of which some of us judge in one way and others in another. The god of the urns (who does not stop talking) will say. Meanwhile, Rivera fell loudly and has fallen, where he began his exploits, Pablo Iglesias, with his three hairstyles. The triumvirate holds.
In the Lives parallel Plutarch’s spirits abound, as is typical of a work that combines military history with the anguish of influences studied by Bloom. Julius Caesar has in the book his own life, one of the best of the author, but not only that: he appears in those of others, soldiers or statesmen, and conditions a few. Seeing now that in the Madrid Assembly there are no seats for Ciudadanos and Iglesias will not sit as head of the opposition, the ghost of Sánchez returns. Rivera suffered in his flesh his extreme anti-sanchismo; Iglesias was smarter and hugged him, as if he saw in Pedro a savior rather than a partner. And the one who was not saved was him. Pedro Sánchez a Caesar? May the president remember the stab wounds that his allies gave that ambitious man.