San Judas Quotes

I've always preferred the city at night. I believe that San Judas, or any city, belongs to the people who sleep there. Or maybe they don't sleep - some don't - but they live there. Everybody else is just a tourist. Venice, Italy, for instance, pulls in a millions tourists for their own Carnival season but the actual local population is only a couple of hundred thousand. Lots of empty canals and streets at night, especially when you get away from the big hotels, and the residents pretty much have it to themselves when tourist season slows during the winter. Jude has character - everybody agrees on that. It also has that thing I like best about a city: You can never own it, but it you treat it with respect it will eventually invite you in and make you one of its true citizens. But like I said, you've got to live there. If you're never around after the bars close, or at the other end of the night as the early workers get up to start another day and the coffee shops and news agents raise their security gates, then you don't really know the place, do you?

Leonardo era un maestro de los gestos, pero también sabía hacerlos enigmáticos, de modo que el espectador participara en la obra. ¿Baja la mano como diciendo: «Lo sabía»? ¿Señala con el pulgar a Judas? Ahora detengámonos en Mateo. Con las palmas de las manos vueltas hacia arriba, ¿apunta a Jesús o a Judas? El espectador no tiene por qué avergonzarse por su confusión; a su manera, Mateo y Tadeo también lo están sobre lo que acaba de ocurrir, intentan aclararse y acuden a Simón el Zelote en busca de respuesta. Jesús tiende la mano derecha hacia un vaso de vidrio lleno una tercera parte de vino tinto. En un detalle deslumbrante, se le ve el meñique a través del vaso, más allá del cual hay un plato y un pedazo de pan. La mano izquierda de Jesús, con la palma hacia arriba, se alarga hacia otro pedazo de pan, al que contempla bajando la mirada. La perspectiva y la composición de la pintura, en especial vista desde la puerta que los monjes usaban para acceder al refectorio, guían la mirada del espectador en la misma dirección que los ojos de Jesús, descendiendo por su brazo izquierdo hasta el pedazo de pan. Ese gesto y esa mirada crean el segundo momento destacado en el relato pictórico: el de la institución de la eucaristía. En el Evangelio según san Mateo, esta ocurre en el momento posterior al anuncio de la traición: «Mientras estaban comiendo, tomó Jesús pan y lo bendijo, lo partió y, dándoselo a sus discípulos, dijo: “Tomad, comed, este es mi cuerpo”. Tomó luego una copa y, dadas las gracias, se la dio diciendo: “Bebed de ella todos, porque esta es mi sangre de la Alianza, que es derramada por muchos para perdón de los pecados”». Este pasaje del relato parte de Jesús para abarcar tanto la reacción a su revelación de que Judas lo traicionaría como la institución del santísimo sacramento.[11]

Then you repeat. The thing that goes badly wrong means that the someone we like has to take another step to get around the bad wrongness and back toward the something he wants VERY BADLY. He takes the next step, and everything goes even more badly wrong. Then he loses his map. Then his flashlight falls into a storm drain and he has an asthma attack and his seeing eye dog dies. Then the cop who pulls him over for speeding while driving drunk in the nude turns out to be the short-tempered father of the bride he is marrying tomorrow. Then it goes more badly wrong for the someone we like, much more badly. Then the party is attacked and scattered by a band of goblins, and then the Gollum is on his trail, and the lure of the Ring is slowly destroying his mind. Then he finds the blasted corpses of his foster parents killed by Imperial Storm Troopers, and his house burnt to the ground. Then Lex Luthor chains a lump of Kryptonite around his neck and pushes him into a swimming pool and fires twin stealth atomic rockets at the San Andreas Fault in California and at Hackensack, New Jersey. And the spunky but beautiful girl reporter falls into a crack in the earth and dies. Then he is stung by Shelob and dies. Then he is maimed by Darth Vader and discovers his arch foe is his very own father, and he loses his grip and falls. Then he steps out unarmed to confront Lord Voldemort and dies. Then Judas Iscariot kisses him, Peter denounces him, he is humiliated, spat upon, whipped, betrayed by the crowd, tortured, sees his weeping mother, and dies a painful, horrible death and dies. Then he is thrown overboard and swallowed by a whale and dies. Then he gets help, gets better, arises from his swoon, is raised from the dead, the stone rolls back, the lucky shot hits the thermal exhaust port, and the Death Star blows up, the Dark Tower falls, the spunky but beautiful girl reporter is alive again due to a time paradox, and he is given all power under heaven and earth and either rides off into the sunset, or goes back to the bat-cave, or ascends into heaven, and we roll the credits.

A special day,” he added, mentioning the saint whose feast day this was, San Judas—not the betrayer, but Saint Jude Thaddeus, the patron saint of lost causes, last resorts, long shots, and dead ends, and perhaps because of the hope his image offers to desperate people, a popular saint in Mexican hagiology—the Saint Jude chapel in Potosí was plastered with scribbled appeals, and offerings, and flaming racks of votive candles. Saint Jude is the second-most-popular saint in Mexico. The most venerated one is Our Lady of Guadalupe,