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Sara Farmer sqsrwb at drjost.ch
Wed Aug 30 00:28:26 PDT 2006


She no longer made noises, andher eyes were turned up horribly, showing the whites.
No man was ever the better for being pitied, and every manis the worse for a grudge.
I am of the redHuitzilopochtli and the power from behind the sun.
And you can get it, whether you are small or big.
To go back withyour Aunt Margarita, and return to school in the United States?
Then suddenly outside the noise of drums rolled again, a powerfulsound.
But if Ispeak of the sun and your own souls filled from the sun likehoneycombs, you sulk.
It is life, he said, which is the mystery. To go back withyour Aunt Margarita, and return to school in the United States?
The soldiers in the deep circle watched,fascinated, uttering the old low cries. Discipline is what Mexico needs, and what the whole world needs.
Cipriano also hadlingered in the porch, with the strange figure in the brilliantserape in his arms.
Thisstrange dumb people of Mexico was opening its voice at last.
Hast thou a place in THYheart for the soul of thy mother?
They had come in a motor-car with their aunt, from Guadalajara, andwere returning straight to town. The boys looked odd young shoots, in their black suits with shortbreeches and bare knees. Is it to turn the handle of a machine alone? Then dancers and all got into the boats and canoas, and rowed tothe island.
And, having found it,life will solve the problems.
You areglad you kept back the wine of your body and the secret oil of yoursoul? You areglad you kept back the wine of your body and the secret oil of yoursoul?
Almighty God, take his life from him, and save his soul.
Out of the depths of the sky, I came like an eagle.
My hand is to make the corn grow out of the ground. Ramón stillstood below the great Quetzalcoatl image with arm up-flung.
Put sleep as black as beauty in the secret of my belly. Perhaps the Paradise for the souls of the deadis the hearts of the living. Perhaps after all, life would conqueragain, and men would be men, so that women could be women. They had come in a motor-car with their aunt, from Guadalajara, andwere returning straight to town. You, papa, you call yourself The Living Quetzalcoatl? I am of the redHuitzilopochtli and the power from behind the sun. Only his browsfrowned a little, from his smooth, male forehead.
Why am I a general, and you only soldiers?
He pulled off his big hat,and stood looking down at Carlota.
Ramón rose and went to the window to look out at the lake. I am fanning your breasts with my breath.
And as she followed, she heardthe slow, deep voice of Ramón:I am the Living Quetzalcoatl. 
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