miércoles, 23 de marzo de 2016


Here's another plot device that has been as used and is as deeply rooted through the ages as "evil quotes Shakespeare and listens to its favourite opera" or "blondes are naive and innocent unless they're fake blondes." (And, seriously, I know many clever, learned, and/or savvy born blondes; and ditto many decent people fond of, even passionate about, high culture.) We're talking about the fork in which the sinister path and the right one are exactly what it says on the tin can. Robert Frost's famous poem on regret and decisions past may suffice to break the ice:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
and sorry I could not travel both
and be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;

then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim,
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that the passing there
had worn them really about the same,

and both that morning equally lay
in leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference.

Now Frost does not specify if he had gone left or right, but the trope appears to tell that he went right, the path "less travelled by." Which brings us to explain the trope as it appears in one of its most detailed examples: an eighteenth-century allegory by Edward Moore, meant for British girls of the Age of Enlightenment, standing on the threshold of adulthood. Coming of age is depicted as a fork at which turning left is wrong and turning right is... well, right. Yet the right-hand path is the dangerous, harsh one, ultimately leading ad augusta per angusta; while the primrose path to the left is easy and pleasant... yet sinister at the end of the day.

Far to the right thy prospect bend,
Where yonder tow’ring hills ascend;
Lo! there the arduous path’s in view,

Which VIRTUE, and her sons, pursue;
With toil, o’er less’ning earth they rise,
And gain, and gain upon the skies.—
Narrow’s the way her children tread,
No walk for pleasure smoothly spread;
But rough, and difficult, and steep,
Painful to climb, and hard to keep.

“Fruits immature those lands dispense,
A food indelicate to sense,
Of taste unpleasant, yet from those
Pure HEALTH, with cheerful VIGOUR flows;
And strength unfeeling of decay,
Throughout the long laborious way.

“Hence, as they scale that heav’nly road,
Each limb is lighten’d of its load:

From earth refining still they go,
And leave the mortal weight below;
Then spreads the strait, the doubtful clears,
And smooth the rugged path appears;
For custom turns fatigue to ease,
And, taught by VIRTUE, PAIN can please.

“At length, the toilsome journey o’er,

And near the bright celestial shore,
A gulf, black, fearful, and profound,
Appears, of either world the bound.
Thro’ darkness, leading up to light,
Sense backward shrinks, and shuns the sight;

For there the transitory train,
Of time, and form, and care, and pain,
And matter’s gross incumb’ring mass,
Man’s late associates, cannot pass,
But sinking, quit th’ immortal charge,
And leave the wond’ring soul at large;
Lightly she wings her obvious way,
And mingles with eternal day.

“Thither, O thither, wing thy speed,
Tho’ PLEASURE charm, or PAIN impede;
To such th’ all-bounteous pow’r has giv’n,
For present earth, a future heav’n;
For trivial loss, unmeasur’d gain,
And endless bliss, for transient pain.
Then fear, ah! fear, to turn thy sight,
Where yonder flow’ry fields invite;
Wide on the left the path-way bends,
And with pernicious ease descends;
There, sweet to sense, and fair to show,
New-planted EDEN seems to blow;
Trees that delicious poison bear,
For DEATH is vegetable there.

“Hence is the frame of health unbrac’d,
Each sinew slack’ning at the taste;
The soul to passion yields her throne,
And sees with organs not her own;
While, like the slumb’rer in the night,
Pleas’d with the shadowy dream of light,
Before her alienated eyes
The scenes of fairy-land arise;
The puppet-world’s amusing show,
Dipt in the gaily colour’d bow;
Sceptres, and wreaths, and glitt’ring things,
The toys of infants and of kings,
That tempt along the baneful plain,
The idly wise, and lightly vain;
Till verging on the gully shore,
Sudden they sink, to rise no more.

Edmund Arwaker, in his Pia Desideria, tackles the trope of the bivium as well:

(Book II, Emblem II):

In what a maze of Error do I stray, 
Where various Paths confound my doubtful Way! 
This, to the RightThat to the Left-hand lies: 
Here, Vales descend; there swelling Mountains rise: 
This has an easieThat a rugged way
The treach'ry This concealsThat does betray
But Whither these so diff'rent Courses go, 
Their wandring Paths forbid, till try'd, to know. 

Not the fictitious Labyrinth of old 
Did in more dubious Paths its Guests infold; 
Here greater Difficulties stay my Feet, 
And on each Road I thwarting Dangers meet. 
Nor I the diff'rent windings only fear, 
(In which the Artist's Skill did most appear:) 
But, more to heighten and increase my Dread, 
Darkness involves each doubtful Step I tread. 

Evan van der Millner on the forked path of the coming of age.

The dualism of this choice was traditionally symbolised by the left and right. The right hand, with which one (most usually) fought and wrote, has always been positive in connotation; its counterpart the left, weak hand. If one surveys the words for 'left' and 'right' in European languages, one finds that the latter are groups of cognates—dexios, dexter, destra and diritto, dereche, direita, droit, rechte, right, deis—and the former mostly unrelated—laios, sinister, lasciato, izquierdo, linke, gauche, left, clé. This is because words for 'left', with their negative connotations, have undergone taboo-substitution from foreign sources; izquierdo, for instance, is Basque ("ezker"). So are esquerre and esquerdo (all Iberian Romance languages have adopted the Basque euphemism. In fact, Italian is the only Romance language to retain the original sinistro instead of replacing it with a euphemism!). To call someone gauche or sinister is to insult him—whereas to call him adroit or dextrous is high praise. It is no coincidence that right should have its two primary meanings, nor that left should come from a root meaning 'lame' or 'weak.' The moral dualism of the hands/lateral directions is not left (!) linguistically implicit among the Greeks, but explicitly formulated; a passage in Aristotle describes a Pythagorean table of opposites, including "left" on the minus pole/yin and "right" on the plus pole/yang.
Throughout late antiquity, the Y was an accepted symbol of pagan ethics, of the choice between the hard path (right) and the easy path (left).

We find in the Pythagorean Y two things: an aesthetic delight in binaries or complementaries, and an ethical attempt to associate virtue with hardship—and it is only by making virtue difficult that the professional moralist asserts his central value in society. If it were acceptable to follow the road of delights and pleasure, what need would one have for authority?

In fact, the first codifier of the Pythagorean bivium in literature may come from the Aeneid, whose sixth book codified the geography of the underworld for centuries throughout fiction:
And it was now past noonday, and the two had spent in talk all the allotted time. Therefore the Sibyl spake: “Night cometh, Æneas, and we waste the day in tears. Lo! here are two roads. This on the right hand leadeth to the palace and to the Elysian plains; and that on the left to Tartarus, the abode of the wicked.” And Deïphobus answered: “Be not wroth, great priestess; I depart to my own place. Do thou, my friend, go on and prosper.”
But as Æneas looked round he saw a great building, and a three-fold wall about it, and round the wall a river of fire. Great gates there were, and a tower of brass, and the fury Tisiphone sat as warder. Also he heard the sound of those that smote upon an anvil, and the clanking of chains. And he stood, and said, “What mean these things that I see and hear?” Then the Sibyl made answer: “The foot of the righteous may not pass that threshold. But when the Queen of hell gave me this office she herself led me through the place and told me all. There sitteth Rhadamanthus the Cretan, and judgeth the dead. And them that be condemned Tisiphone taketh, and the gate which thou seest openeth to receive them. And within is a great pit, and the depth thereof is as the height of heaven. Herein lie the Titans, the sons of Earth, whom Jupiter smote with the thunder; and herein the sons of Aloeus, who strove to thrust the gods from heaven... And over some hangs a great stone ready to fall; and some sit at the banquet, but when they would eat, the Fury at their side forbids, and rises and shakes her torch and thunders in their ears. These are they who while they were yet alive hated their brothers, or struck their parents, or deceived one that trusted them, or kept their riches for themselves, nor cared for those of their own household (a great multitude are they), or stirred up strife. And of these some roll a great stone and cease not, and some are bound to wheels, and some sit for ever crying, ‘Learn to do righteousness and to fear the Gods.’”
And when the priestess had finished these words they hastened on their way. And, after a while, she said, “Lo! here is the palace which the Cyclopés built for the Lord and the Queen of hell. Here must we offer the gift of the bough of gold.” And this being accomplished, they came to the dwellings of the righteous. Here are green spaces, with woods about them; and the light of their heaven is fuller and brighter than that which mortals behold. Another sun they have and many other stars. Some of them contend together in wrestling and running; and some dance in measure, singing the while a pleasant song; and Orpheus, clad in a long robe, makes music, touching his harp, now with his fingers and now with an ivory bow. Here did Æneas marvel to see the mighty men of old, such as were Ilus, and Dardanus. Their spears stood fixed in the earth, and their horses fed about the plain; for they love spear and chariot and horses, even as they loved them upon earth. And others sat and feasted, sitting on the grass in a sweet-smelling grove of bay, whence flows the river which men upon the earth call the Po. Here were they who had died for their country, and holy priests, and poets who had uttered nothing base, and such as had found out witty inventions, or had done great good to men. All these had snow-white garlands on their heads. 

Indeed, this trope still lives on in our days, in the usual positions of the shoulder angel and demon. The latter is always perched on the sinister shoulder and whispers in the left ear of the tempter... A more realistic example can be seen with Iago in various versions of Othello:

Check out this analysis of an advert that equates the right with the norm and life vs. the left with deviance and death here: http://darksidesubliminal.blogspot.com.es/p/youve-reached-crossroads-in-yourjourney.html#.VvKldVLAq9w

In Dokidoki Precure, the corrupted hearts are pulled out of the victims' left breasts, and return to the same place once purified:

In the same series: The "light" half of the heart, that would become Aguri, is the right one ("light" and "right" are, by the way, homophones in Japanese, both pronounced "raito"); while the "dark" half, that would become Regina, is the sinister one.

"Alright, this is how evil works. This is why evil loves free will so much. Because humans use it to follow their hearts. And evil takes advantage of that."
Our hearts are, significantly, turned towards the left side (unless we have dextrocardia). Perchance this is the reason why the primrose path is the one most travelled by...
The fact that laevocardia/sinistrocardia is the usual condition of the heart's place brings us to another overly used trope that is actually a fallacy: in fiction, if a thoracic wound (be it on shoulders, back, chest, or sides) has been inflicted on the right side, the injured person survives; if the trauma has been inflicted on the left, that person dies a painful, excruciating death (due to a punctured lung).
I like to call it the Sinister Injury Fallacy. And there are actually works of fiction that subvert the trope, whether Haikara-san ga tooru (Lieutenant Shinobu Ijuuin, his left lung punctured by a bayonet stab, though left for dead on the battlefield, actually survives and reunites with his loved ones) or some of my own stories, including the Ringstetten Saga.



In other allegories, defending the idea of aurea mediocritas or the golden mean, the right-hand path is as wrong as the one on the left; it is the middle way that is the correct and successful one, shunning both fatal extremes.
John Bunyan's Hill Difficulty may be the most famous example:

I beheld, then, that they all went on till they came to the foot of the Hill Difficulty; at the bottom of which was a spring. There were also in the same place two other ways besides that which came straight from the gate; one turned to the left hand, and the other to the right, at the bottom of the hill; but the narrow way lay right up the hill, and the name of the going up the side of the hill is called Difficulty. Christian now went to the spring, and drank thereof, to refresh himself, and then began to go up the hill, saying—
"The hill, though high, I covet to ascend,
The difficulty will not me offend;
For I perceive the way to life lies here.
Come, pluck up heart, let's neither faint nor fear;
Better, though difficult, the right way to go,
Than wrong, though easy, where the end is woe."
The other two also came to the foot of the hill; but when they saw that the hill was steep and high, and that there were two other ways to go, and supposing also that these two ways might meet again, with that up which Christian went, on the other side of the hill, therefore they were resolved to go in those ways. Now the name of one of these ways was Danger, and the name of the other Destruction. So the one took the way which is called Danger, which led him into a great wood, and the other took directly up the way to Destruction, which led him into a wide field, full of dark mountains, where he stumbled and fell, and rose no more.
"Shall they who wrong begin yet rightly end?
Shall they at all have safety for their friend?
No, no; in headstrong manner they set out,
And headlong will they fall at last no doubt."

I looked, then, after Christian, to see him go up the hill, where I perceived he fell from running to walking, and from walking to clambering upon his hands and his knees, because of the steepness of the place. Now, about the midway to the top of the hill was a Pleasant Arbour, made by the Lord of the hill for the refreshing of weary travellers.

So is the yellow brick road, paved with ingots of gold, that appears in a Grimm story decades before the Wizard of Oz:
Die Königstochter aber ließ eine Straße vor ihrem Schloß machen, die war ganz golden und glänzend, und sagte ihren Leuten wer darauf geradeswegs zu ihr geritten käme, das wäre der rechte, und den sollten sie einlassen, wer aber daneben käme, der wäre der rechte nicht, und den sollten sie auch nicht einlassen. Als nun die Zeit bald herum war, dachte der älteste er wollte sich eilen, zur Königstochter gehen und sich für ihren Erlöser ausgeben, da bekäme er sie zur Gemahlin und das Reich daneben. Also ritt er fort, und als er vor das Schloß kam und die schöne goldene Straße sah, dachte er „das wäre jammerschade, wenn du darauf rittest,“ lenkte ab und ritt rechts nebenher. Wie er aber vor das Tor kam, sagten die Leute zu ihm er wäre der rechte nicht, er sollte wieder fortgehen. Bald darauf machte sich der zweite Prinz auf, und wie der zur goldenen Straße kam, und das Pferd den einen Fuß darauf gesetzt hatte, dachte er „es wäre jammerschade, das könnte etwas abtreten,“ lenkte ab und ritt links nebenher. Wie er aber vor das Tor kam, sagten die Leute er wäre der rechte nicht, er sollte wieder fortgehen. Als nun das Jahr ganz herum war, wollte der dritte aus dem Wald fort zu seiner Liebsten reiten und bei ihr sein Leid vergessen. Also machte er sich auf, und dachte immer an sie und wäre gerne schon bei ihr gewesen, und sah die goldene Straße gar nicht. Da ritt sein Pferd mitten darüber hin, und als er vor das Tor kam, ward es aufgethan, und die Königstochter empfieng ihn mit Freuden und sagte er wär ihr Erlöser und der Herr des Königreichs, und ward die Hochzeit gehalten mit großer Glückseligkeit.

The princess, however, had a road made up to her palace which was quite bright and golden, and told her people that whosoever came riding straight along it to her, would be the right wooer and was to be admitted, and whoever rode by the side of it, was not the right one, and was not to be admitted. As the time was now close at hand, the eldest thought he would hasten to go to the King's daughter, and give himself out as her deliverer, and thus win her for his bride, and the kingdom to boot. Therefore he rode forth, and when he arrived in front of the palace, and saw the splendid golden road, he thought, it would be a sin and a shame if he were to ride over that, and turned aside, and rode on the right side of it. But when he came to the door, the servants told him that he was not the right man, and was to go away again. Soon after this the second prince set out, and when he came to the golden road, and his horse had put one foot on it, he thought, it would be a sin and a shame to tread a piece of it off, and he turned aside and rode on the left side of it, and when he reached the door, the attendants told him he was not the right one, and he was to go away again. When at last the year had entirely expired, the third son likewise wished to ride out of the forest to his beloved, and with her forget his sorrows. So he set out and thought of her so incessantly, and wished to be with her so much, that he never noticed the golden road at all. So his horse rode onwards up the middle of it, and when he came to the door, it was opened and the princess received him with joy, and said he was her deliverer, and lord of the kingdom, and their wedding was celebrated with great rejoicing. 

Тем временем девица-красавица в заколдованном замке приказала перед замком вымостить дорогу чистым золотом, которое на солнце как жар горело, и объявила людям своим: «Кто по той дороге прямо к замку поедет, тот и есть мой настоящий жених, того и должны вы впустить в замок; а кто поедет стороною, в объезд дороги, тот не жених мне, и того впускать в замок вы не должны».
Когда год близился уже к концу, старший из королевичей подумал, что уж пора спешить к девице-красавице и, выдав себя за ее избавителя, получить и ее в супруги, и ее королевство в придачу.
Вот и поехал он к замку, и, подъехав к нему, увидел чудную золотую дорогу. Ему пришло в голову: «Такую дорогу и топтать-то жалко», — и свернул он с дороги в объезд с правой стороны. Когда же он подъехал к воротам, люди девицы-красавицы сказали ему, что он не настоящий жених, и он должен был со страхом удалиться.
Вскоре после того второй королевич пустился в дорогу и тоже, подъехав к золотой дороге, подумал: «Этакую дорогу и топтать-то жаль», — и свернул с дороги в объезд налево. Когда же подъехал к воротам, люди девицы-красавицы и его от них спровадили.
Когда же год минул, задумал и младший королевич покинуть лес и ехать к своей милой, чтобы около нее забыть свое горе.
С этими думами он и пустился в дорогу, и все время только о своей милой думал, поспешая до нее поскорее доехать, поэтому он и на золотую до рогу внимания не обратил. Конь его прямо по этой дороге и повез, и когда он к воротам подъехал, ворота были перед ним отворены настежь, и девица-красавица встретила его с радостью, сказав: «Ты мой избавитель и повелитель всего моего королевства».

Затем и свадьба была сыграна веселая-превеселая. 

Mientras tanto, la princesa construyó ante su palacio una calle 
toda de oro y brillantes y dijo a su gente que aquel que cabalgara 
en línea recta hacia ella era el verdadero prometido y lo dejaran 
entrar; pero el que llegara por los lados, no era el verdadero y a 
ése no lo dejaran entrar. 

Casi había transcurrido ya el tiempo fijado, y el mayor pensó 
que había llegado el momento de acudir al lado de la princesa y 
hacerse pasar por su liberador. Partió a caballo y, al llegar ante el 
palacio y ver la hermosa calle de oro, pensó: «Sería una lástima 
que pasaras sobre ella; desvíate y cabalga por la derecha.» 

Cuando llegó ante la puerta, la gente le dijo que él no era el 
verdadero pretendiente y que se volviera por donde había venido. 

Poco después se puso en camino el segundo príncipe. Cuando 
llegó ante la calle de oro y el caballo había puesto una pata sobre 
él, pensó: «Sería un pecado, podía desgastarse algo.» 

Se desvió y cabalgó por la izquierda a lo largo de la calle. Al 
llegar ante la puerta, la gente le dijo que él no era el verdadero 
pretendiente y que se volviera por donde había venido. Cuando 
pasó el año, el tercero abandonó el bosque para ir junto a su ama- 
da y olvidar su dolor con ella. Se puso en camino pensando siem- 
pre en ella y en lo que le gustaría estar a su lado, de tal manera 
que no prestó atención para nada a la calle. Su caballo pasó por 
medio y, cuando llegó ante la puerta, ésta se abrió, la hija del rey 
lo recibió alegremente, diciéndole que era su liberador y el señor 
del reino, y la boda se celebró con gran contento. 

Swedish fairytale writer Richard Gustafsson has written a similar story, titled "Den bästa vägen"... no, this was not the title of the story I am referring to, it's another one... full of allegorical symbolism. The premise is the same as in this Grimmian engagement challenge, and there are also three brothers, who remind me of the Baratheon brothers, vying for the hand of the princess.
The eldest brother, daddy's boy, a rough-and-tumble manly man, takes the too harsh and complicated right-hand path.
The youngest brother, mama's boy, a pampered stripling, takes the too easy and pleasant left-hand path.
The middle brother, no one's boy, the most sensible and level-headed one, takes the path that is neither too harsh nor too easy.
Which one succeeds and which ones fail is so obvious that I refrain from explaining it here.

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