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From: | Algernon Mcfarland |
Subject: | isolate |
Date: | Fri, 1 Sep 2006 14:01:09 +0000 |
The handsome men of Jalisco, with a scarletblanket
folded on one shoulder! Seeking to save another mans soul, thewhite man lost his
own, and collapsed upon himself.
Your husband was James Joachim Leslie, the famous
Irish leader? She was the mystery, and he the adorer, underthe semi-ecstatic spell
of the mystery.
He wanted her to do this, she could tell. Then he
looked away into the distance, with a certain hauteur andinsolence. His big brown
eyes were inscrutable, his face impassive.
Was it the dark-fingered quietness of death, and
the music of the presence of deathin their voices?
And to me, the men in Mexico are like trees,
forests that thewhite men felled in their coming.
They are tricked into a new form of servility,no
more.
The immediate question, for her, was whether she
would stay inMexico or not. But I didntknow, so I suppose the alacran was not
interested.
In the revolutions Itried to help the man I
believed was the best man. Taller, more brilliant fields ofbright-green
sugar-cane.
It is a strange darkness, the Mexican
darkness!
With your hard, vindictive beauty, are youwaiting
forever to smite death?
Europeans are all Aryan stock, the race is the
same. Cipriano had sat down next to her, smoking a cigarette.
But if there is nothingelse but socialism, we will
have socialism. To take away the free, soaringsense of liberty.
I believe it is true, said Kate, rather
coldly.
Never had she seen suchfaces of pure brutish evil,
cold and insect-like, as in MexicoCity. In what spirit havethe Spanish and other
foreign fathers gotten children of the Indianwomen?
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