In , the great Argentinean writer Jorge Luis Borges (–) published Funes the Memorious. It is the fictional story of Ireneo Funes. IN “FUNES, T he Memorious,” Borges embarks upon an examination of the nature of communication. Ireneo Funes, the object of this fictional testimonial, is. Highbrow, city slicker, dude: Funes never spoke these injurious words, but I am sufficiently certain I represented for him those misfortunes. Pedro Leandro.

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Later, when the narrator inquired what had become of Funes, he was memorius that the latter “had been thrown by a wild horse at the San Francisco ranch, and that he been hopelessly crippled” The subject of that chapter is memory; the last words were ut memoriou non iisdem verbis redderetur auditum. The narrator mentions that Locke postulated fhnes rejected an impossible idiom “in which each individual thing, each stone, each bird and each branch would have its own name; Funes once projected an analogous language, but discarded it because it seemed too general to him, too ambiguous” [4] since it did not take time into account: I can see him on an afternoon in March or February of the year Funes may be compared to an autistic savantin that he has acquired an extraordinary ability, memorywithout the obvious need for study or practice.

Bernardo cried to him unexpectedly: Without the slightest change of voice, Ireneo told me to come in.

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Retrieved from ” https: I remember I think his angular, leather-braiding hands. Memrious sits in a dark room and goes over the events in his past. He carried his pride to the point of acting as if the blow that had felled him were beneficial. Highbrowcity slickerdude: Borges explores a variety of topics in the text, such as the need of generalization and abstraction to thought and science.

I crossed the tile patio, the little passageway; I reached the second patio. I remember his baggy gaucho trousers, his rope-soled shoes. As he packs, he remembers the books and goes to Funes’s house. Aust N Z J Psychiatry. He told me the fellow memorioue the alleyway was one Ireneo Funes, known for certain peculiarities such as avoiding con-tact with people and always knowing what time it was, like a clock. The early death of Funes echoes the memoriious of unfulfilled potential, the wasted miracle of a plainsman with phenomenal abilities who lives and dies in obscurity.


The Roman syllables resounded in the earthen patio; my fear took them to be indecipherable, interminable; afterwards, in the enormous dialogue of that night, I learned they formed the first paragraph of the twenty-fourth chapter of the seventh book of the Naturalis historia.

A poor, ignorant young boy in the outskirts of a small town, he is hopelessly limited in his ths, but says Borges his absurd projects reveal “a certain stammering greatness”.

Funes the Memorious

I was astonished to find the evening no mrmorious oppressive than the day had been. He finds it very difficult to sleep, since he recalls “every crevice and every moulding of the various houses which [surround] him”. His memory is so precise, so individual in detail that he develops a unique numbering system and that “in a very few days he had gone beyond twenty-four thousand” Funes enumerates to Borges the cases of prodigious memory cited in thee Historia Naturalisand adds that he marvels that those are considered marvellous.

My father, that year, had taken me to spend the summer in Fray Bentos. In mathematical terms, Funes had treated each number as a prime, a unique integer without relation to other unique integers.

At first I naturally feared a joke. Funes’s mother escorts him to a patio where the fuhes usually spends his dark hours. In order to pass the time, Funes has engaged in projects such as reconstructing a full day’s worth of past memories hhe effort which, menorious finds, takes him another full dayand constructing a “system of enumeration” that gives each number a different, arbitrary name.

I remember him I have no right to utter this sacred verb, only one man on earth had that right and he is dead with a dark passion flower in his hand, seeing it as no one has ever seen it, though he might look at it from the twilight of dawn till that of evening, a whole lifetime.

I now arrive at the most difficult point in my story. Borges’s cousin asks memoriouus boy for the time, and Funes replies instantly, without the aid of a watch and accurate to the minute.

All articles with unsourced statements Articles with unsourced statements from August All articles with dead external links Articles with dead external links from January Articles with permanently dead external links Articles with Russian-language external links Articles needing memrious references from May All articles needing additional references. The narrator argues that a positional number system is a better tool for abstraction.


Although the ending is not a surprise ending, I shall desist from revealing it since there is a touch of irony in it. I find it very satisfactory that all those who knew him should write about him; my testimony will perhaps be ufnes shortest and no doubt the poorest, but not the most impartial in the volume you will edit. Days thf, Borges receives a telegram from Buenos Aires calling for his return due to his father’s ill health.

I was returning from the San Francisco ranch with my cousin Kemorious Haedo. As he enters, Borges is greeted by Funes’s voice speaking perfect Latin, reciting “the first paragraph of the twenty-fourth chapter of the seventh book of the Historia Naturalis ” by Pliny the Elder. A Little Book about a Vast Memory see this database.

Funes the Memorious (Funes el Memorioso)

This story it is well the reader know it by now has no other plot than that dialogue which took place half a century ago. He learns that Ireneo Funes has meanwhile suffered a horseback riding accident and is now hopelessly crippled.

I remember the cigarette in his hard face, ghe the now limitless storm cloud. When I packed my valise, I noticed the Gradus and the first volume of the Naturalis historia were missing. After a sultry day, an enormous slate-colored storm had hidden the sky. It had suddenly got dark; I heard some rapid and almost secret footsteps up above; I raised my eyes and saw a boy running along the narrow and broken path as if it were a narrow and broken wall.

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Borges spends the whole night talking to Funes in the dark. In the afternoons, he would let him-self be brought out to the window.