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I was already cmperor. Ah
with A month later
I lived Pastor
time T gotprin a relhgious boy of twelve years reading the Count of Montecristo, 2" enjoying
when for the tirst
how h.app I w.is
for pr/e' In the first quarter
I won a liust prize with
the grade sustained dialogues and
delighting in its beauties and followin8
on account of some step by step its hero in
his
ot
ccellent. but afterwardsI
was disgusted revenge. Under the pretext that T
andl did not want to study hard had study universal history, I
to
wOrd utteted by mv protesor, the year, to my mistortune, me Cesare Cantu's work,"" and God
importuned my father to buy
that at the end of alone knows the benefit T
n more, got from its perusal, for
obt.ned onlh devessur n all my subjects, grade
of excellent despite my average studiousness and
withhut ettng dn first prize. spent my vacation in my my little practice in the Castilian tongue, in the
I was able to win prizes in the
folkowing year
h.71etun and I accompanied my elder SIster Ncheng to Tanauan
quarterly examinations
would have won the medal were it not for some mistakes in
and I
fr the t. wn fcast This happened, in 18/3, But my happiness
W.is nCet complee for my mother was not yet with us. I went Spanish, that unfortunately I spoke badly, which enabled the
young man M. G., a European, to have an advantage over me
INI her then atone without telling my father about it. This in this regard. Thus, in order to study the third
was after the school term and I told her that I received accessit, year course, T
With what delight I surprised her! But afterwards we embraced had to return to Manila and found Doña Pepay without a room
cach other wecping lt was almost more than a year that we had for boarders. I had to stay at the hosue of D. P. M. together
not seen cach other. Even now I remember with sad pleasure
with a rich fellow townsman called Quintero. I was discontented
the mute scene that occurred hetween us. Ah, how cruel men because they were strict with me but I kept regular hours which
are towards their fellow men! I visited her again.
was good for me. I prayed and played with the landlord's children.
My mother was not delayed in coming out free, acquitted, and
When vacation was over. I had to return to Manila to enroll
vindicated, and as soon as she was out she came to embrace
for the second year course and to look for a landlady inside the
walled city. for I was tired living outside the city. I found one
me. I wept..
on Magallanes Strect. number 6, where After two months and a half, I left that house and returned
lived an old lady called to the recently vacated room in the house of my landlady, Doña
Doña Pepay. widow, with her
daughter, also a widow,called
Doña Encarnacion with four sons. Jose,
Rafael, Ignacio and Pepay, and returned also to the same life as before. As a result
Ramon othing of what happened to me in my studies, as I have already narrated,
extraordinary happened
to me this year, for
my professor was the same as the iast year. I I received only the first prize in Latin, that is, a medal, not like
classmates
one
only had other last year, so that I returned to my hometown discontented,
rather, I encountered
or
again three who were my
classmates in Biñan. They were called Justiniano though I knew that many would have danced with joy for less.
and Santiago Carrillo. At Sao-jono, Angel My family resolved to put me in the college as a boarder. Indeed
the end of the I won a medal
and I returned to year it was time for I was giving very little attention to my studies.
my hometown. I visited
my mother again
alone and there. like another Iwas already approaching thirteen years and I had not yet made
a dream of hers.
Joseph. I
predicted, interpreting classmates. Until here lasted my
that within three
months. she would be released, any brilliant showing to my
a
prediction that realized by accident.
was happiest days, though short; but what does it matter if they
But this time I, were short?
began to devote
read1ng of novels. though yearsmyself
to the in my leisure hours
El Ulimo before I had already read Calamba, 7 April 1879.
Ahencerraje, but I didn't read it with ardor. Imagine
71Second prize.
Spanish version of Le Dernier des Abencer father (1802-1870)
Rene de Chateaubriand ages a novel by Viscount Francols novel of Alexander Dumas,
(17681848) A
entitled Universal Histor.
300 24Ca
Cantu's book was
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CHAPTER V ones, are received by the big ones with
jokes, so it was on my
first day, my pranks having attracted their
attention. In a chorus
they teased me and when they calmed down I told them in
IN COLLEGE
TWO YEARS tranquil voice: "Gentlemen, thanks." Since then they respecteda
me and they didn't tease me
maliciously. Excepting a few. al
Soon to become eighteen years
old and disillusioned, scarcelu my companions were good, simple, pious, just, and amiable.
threshold, I direct my glance toward There was no one among us who would want to control the rest
have I stepped on life's
like a traveler who, feeling fo by force, for power is achieved through skill. I had the luck to
that happy period of my life,
the first time the breath of the tempest, already
engulfed, turns win if not the love at least the esteem of all of them. The names
reminds him of his peacefnl of some of my classmates shall never be
his glance toward the shore that erased from my memory,
hours. Ah. I weep for you. placid
hours that disappeared from among them that of one Jovellanos, of one Lete (Enrique) and
the scene of my life more rapidly and fugaciously than lightnin of others whose enumeration would be very pleasant for me but
that shines on the dark road of the traveler. So sad is my situation I foresee will be vexing to the reader.
that I doubt if I had ever been happy at al! for I doubt if those
Our Professor was a model of uprightness, earnestness, and
days had ever existed. love of the advancement of his pupils; and so much was his zeal
During vacation my sisters made clothes for me and durine that I, who scarcely spoke very ordinary Spanish. at the end of
that time also my sister Narcisa nmarried..I cannot portray a short time, succeeded already to write it moderately well. His
here what I felt on seeing the sep ration of a sister whomI name was Francisco de Paula Sanchez. With his aid I studied
loved so much . . . and notwithstanding it had to be thus. mathematics, rhetoric, and Greek with some advantage. Often
Ienteied college then on 16 June 1875. My classmates I got sick with fever despite the gymnastic exercises that we
received me well. The brother wardrobe-keeper assigned to me had, in which I was very much behind, though not so in drawing
an alcove located in the corner of the under a teacher worthy of his name and under whose guidance
dormitory looking out to
the sea and the embankment. It consisted of' a
space of about I still continue to study. >'m proud to tell you, reader. that I
wo square varas." an iron bedstead on which
they placed my spent this year better than anybody else as a student, as a man.
bedding. a small tabie with a basin, which a servant filled with and as a Christian. Ten months passed that I haven't written
water, a chair and a clothes rack. I
forgot to say that in the anything in my diary because I don't waht to relate to you
little table I had a drawer
with soap. comb, brushes for. the hair inspired occurrences, and thank God I won five medals with an
and for the teeth. immense pleasure for with them I could somewhat repay my
powder, etc. My little money that amounted
to some eight
pesos, I kept under my pillow. We didn't go to father for his sacrifices. What sentiments of gratitude did not
the alcove but twice a then spring from my heart and with what sad delight I keep
day regularly, once at siesta to wash and them still! After having bidden farewell to my superiors, teachers
again at night to sleep. On holidays. in the afternoons, we dressed
and we went out for a stroll. and companions, I left. Who has not felt the vague melancholy
The rest of the time we
the study hall, at recess, in the spent in that seizes the heart upon separating
from one's companions?
classes. in the dining room, and if he has enjoyed the favor
in the chapel. fourteen year_,
Who, at the age of
the transition from childhood
In of the Muses, does not shed tears on
spite of my thirteen
small. and as
years to
it is known that new
fourteen, I was still very to young manhood?
students, especially the small of a father who
My arrival at my hometown in the company
somewhat my sorrow, and I spent my
idolized me mitigated
25A vara is a measure of length, about 32 inches.
vacation in the best way possible.
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three months and I began to
At last the end of the term
I college after
returned to
that I took was different. I wa came and the same
thing hap
study again, though the subjectwas a philosopher. had other
pened to me. I carried away another five medals
in the fifth year, already I
and Minoves, the first One
indulgence with which my superiors treated me and to to the
due
Vilaclara little luck in winning them. The day before the my no
professors, called Fathers
of whom liked mevery much
and to whom | was somewhat distribution
prizes, feeling tormented me, the saddest and most
a of
philosophy, physics, chemis that melancholy
ungrateful. Although I was studying I had ever felt. On
thinking
that I had to leave that
try, and natural history
and in spite of the fact that Father of peace in which was
somewhat
asylum
Vilaclara had told me to give up the society
of the Muses and
to have bitter
opened my mind and my heart
began sentiments, I fell into a profound sadness.
give them a last goodbye (which
made me cry), in my leisure The last night on going to my
hours. I continued speaking and cultivating
the beautiful language dormitory and considering that
of Olympus under the direction of Father Sanchez. So sweet is
night would be the last I would spend in my peaceful alcove,
because, according to what they said, the world was
their society that after having tasted it, I cannot conceive how waiting for
me, I had a cruel presentiment which
a young heart can abandon it. What matters, I said to myself.
The moon shone mournfully,
unfortunately was realized.
the poverty that is the eternal companion of the Muses? Is there iluminating the lighthouse and the
sea, presenting a silent and grand
anything sweeter than poetry and sadder than the prosaic spectacle which seemed to
tell me that the next day another life awaited me. I was unable
positivism of metallic hearts? Thus I dreamed then! to sleep until one o'clock in the
morning. It dawned andI
dressed. I prayed fervently in the chapel and commended my
I studied the fifth year course with the same success as the life to the Virgin so that when I should step into that world
previous one, though under other circumstances. Upright, severe which inspired me with so much terror, she would protect me.
philosophy. inquiring into the why of things attracted also my The prizes were distributed, they gave me the degree of Bachelor
attention as did poetry, beautiful as she alone can be, playing of Arts, and I believe that any young man who was fifteen years
with the charms of nature and
leaving traces that breathe sublim- old, loved by his companions and professors, with five medals
ity and tenderness. Physics, lifting up the veil that covers many and the degree of Bachelor of Arts, the dream of the student
things, showed me a wide stage where the divine drama of nature
of the secondary course, should be very much contented.But,
was performed. The
movement, sound, warmth, light, electricity, alas, it did not turn out that way! I was sad, cold, and pensive.
a thousand varied
phenomena, the most beautiful colors and Twa or three tears rolled down my cheeks, tears offered as in
delicate beauties entertained me
tion plunged me into a world of
during my free hours. Polariza- farewell to the time past, to my good luck that would never
not yet
mysteries from which I have come back, to my peace that soared to heaven leaving me alone
emerged. Ah, how beautiful is science when the one on earth. Imagine it and you will feel it, if you have a heart.
teaching it knows how to embellish it! Natural
to me somewhat history seemed Now it remains for me to evaluate the two years that I
of history and the
antipathetic. Why, I asked myself, if the
perusal consider the happiest of my life, if happiness consists in living
and of crystáls
description of the birds and flowers, of animals without vexatious cares. In what way have I advanced, that is,
captivate me so
them reduced to a harsh order much, why do I loathe seeing
and wild animals mixed with
tame ones? Shells
pleased me very much
for their w.E. Retana, Rizal's Spanish biographer, writes
in his Vida y escritos del
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305
the first year of my residence in in
what had I learned during learned? CRAPT VI
What did I get from what I had
college?
with very little knowledge ot
I entered college still a child APRIL T
mind, and almost witho DECEMBER 1877
Spanish, with a moderately developed
of analyzing myself, of Wake up, heart, kindle
refined sentiments. By force of study, again your extinguished fire so that
I was little by little
aspiring higher, of a thousand
corrections, in its warmth you may remember that time which I dare not
transformed thanks to the beneficent
influence of a zealone iudge. Go, thinking mind, and go again
professor. My morality at that time
makes me now sigh on through those places,
recall those moments in which you drank together
of my with the nectar
remembering that state of sweetest tranquility spirit. By the bitter gall of love and
cultivating poetry and rhetoric, my sentiments were further ele.
disappointment.
vated and Virgil, Horace, Cicero, and other authors showed me
After the vacation period of that memorable
year, I looked
for a house in Intramuros" and I found one on Solana
another road through which I could walk to attain one of my Street,
whose landlord was a priest. My mother said that I had
aspirations. I don'i know if my present state makes me see the
with what I knew and I should
enough
beauty of the past and the sadness of the present, but the truth not return to Manila
anymore.
is that when I was a college student, I never wanted to leave
Had my mother a presentiment of what was
going to happen
to me? Has the heart of mothers, in fact, double vision?
college and that now I would give anything to get over this
terrible age of youth. Had I been perchance like the brook that I enrolled in metaphysics, because, besides
my doubt about
while following its delightful way amidst willows and dense the career that I would follow, my father wanted me to
study
flowers smiles and frolics and upon being converted into a torrent it, but so little was my inclination for it that I didn't even buy
angrily and turbuiently flings itself until it is buried in the sea? the textbook used by the other students. I found myself in Manila
as if stupefied. A fellow collegian of mine, who had left college
secondyear incollege resembled the first with the difference
that patriotic sentiments as an exquisite three months before and lived at that time on the same street
sensibility had been
greatly developed in me. It passed like the first among principles as I, was the only friend I had then. My house companions were
of logic, physics, and
poetical compositions. I had advanced from Batangas, recently arrived at Manila. My friend M. went
Somewhat in the cultivation of the Muses so much that I had to our house every Sunday and other days and afterwards together
composed a legend which suffered very slight correction by my we would go to Trozo to the house of a grandmother of mine,
professor and a dialiogue which was staged for the first time at friend of his father. For me the days passed happily and silently
the end of the schooi
term, alluding to the students' farewell. until one Sunday when we went to Trozo, we encountered there
a girl of about fourteen years fresh. pleasant, winsome who
Goodbye then beautiful, unforgettable period of my life,
twilight which will not shine again! If my eyes no brief received my companion with much familiarity, from which I
upon recalling you, my heart melts and seems to be
longer shed tears deduced that she might be his sister who I already had heard
have your memory here in oppresscd! T was going to marry a relative whose name I didn't
remember.
my heart, in mind, in In fact we found there a tall man, dressed nicely, who seemed
being. Farewell fortunate hours of my lostmychildhood, my to the
whole
bosom of pure Innocence fly to be her fiance.She was short, with expressive eyes, ardent
which created you to sweeten the
moments of tender hearts.
red to us worth mentioning. go home but I should not like to do soy for I wish to stay in
college for five years more."
One
Thursday, my friend M., who was the brother of Miss
K., came to invite me to go together to La Concordia to visit Little by little I was imbibing the sweetest poison of love
our
respective sisters. I accepted the invitation gladly and we as the conversation continued. Her glances were terrible for
went. We found his sister in the their sweetness and expressiveness. Her voice was so sonorous
hall. She greeted us and she fascination accompanied all her movements.
From
asked me if I would like her to
call my sister
that a certain
her and she went away Olimpia. I thanked time to time a ray penetrated my
languid
heart and I felt some-
nimbly but always with
grace that I have unknown to me. And, why did the
never seen in
any other woman. Shortly afterwards the thing that until then, was
two I didn't have time to enjoy them?
appeared and we formed a small circle: Since then we talked years pass so rapidly that we took our leave of our
and animation reigned in our
gathering. Her brother left us and Finally when the clock struck seven,
she said:
went to speak with a respective sisters and then
girl to whom he was later married. me?"
308 "Have you any order to give
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women," I replied
"Miss, I never had the custom of ordering . "But l'm going to
I expect them to command
me."
appeared in her get married!";she replied and two
We went down the wide staircase of the college and went
eyes, having divined the very tears
of my remark. marked intention
the night then. The tim
home. I don't remember how I spent
that passed afterward was so painful that the beautiful and sweet After this my aunts
were erased from my mind leaving only black shadows mixed returned and
sation. The subject turned we
continued
to trifles.
It is true that
our
conver
with the tints of tediousness. conversation our eyes met, and the most
during the
a loving melancholical intense glances tull ot
My friend and I returned the following Sunday and we found forever. expression came to enslave my soul
only my sister because his had gone out that day with her father
Our visits continued.
It was a stormy night. My sister had asked me if I had requested I
abstained, or rather I forbade my
her friend to make flowers and as I replied that I didn't, she heart to love her
knowing that she was
told me that she had asked for material from the sisters (nuns myself: Perhaps she did love me: engaged. But I said to
was nothing than a girlish love as
more
perhaps her love for
her fiance
Z..I had made a pencil portrait of Miss K, that I copied from her heart had not
a photograph that she had given me last Thursday. After a while opened to receive true love. Moreover I'm neither rich yet
nor
her father and she appeared. I greeted him for we knew handsome nor gallant nor attractive; and if she loved
other. They brought with them a cone
each love would be true, for it was not based on me. her
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subjects, paid no attention to them.
I raised my head and I Suddenly I
calesas and horsesperceived
"Stop, stop." a noise*,
who talked to me and saw
I looked back andIsaw no one cloud of dust. My heart beat violently and I enveloped in a
was repeated. I looked
tried to go ahead and then the same call pale. I took a short stroll must have become
around. I encountered her father who asked me smiling how tied. There I waited. returning to where I had the horse
long ago had I arrived. The first vehicle carried
K's father and
another
Yesterday," I replied, bowing. He invited me to go to his
town, I thanked him. Howgentleman.
I would
"Well, they are arriving today," he replied. have liked to go! The vehicle
that came behind was
by K., her sister, and other girls from La occupied
"Yes." I answered "It seems that my friend told me some- to me smiling and Concordia. She bowved
thing about that."
waving her
handkerchief, I just lifted up my
hat and said nothing. Alas! Such
has always
But I knew very well that was the day of her arrival. the most painful happened to me in
moments of my life. My tongue, profuse talker,
I didn't continue on my way. I took another road towards becomes dumb when my heart is bursting with
vehicle passed
like a swift shadow, feelings. The
Los Baños, but I thought it would be
better if I went to our leaving no other trace but a
horrible void in the world of my affections. I mounted the horse
lands as they would pass there to go to their town.
while the third vehicle was
I did as I had thought and I rushed the horse until I reached approaching where my friend was
riding. It halted and he invited me to go to his hometown. I
our mill. I got down the horse and I amused
myself looking at was going to follow them for I was
riding a pretty good horse.
the water that ran through the canal,
comparing its velocity to But in the critical moments of my life, I have
always acted
my days. against my will, obeying different purposes and mighty doubts.
At this moment, only one coach arrived and I Igoaded my horse and took another road without having chosen
saw getting
down the student of Sta. Catalina, an aunt of it, exclaiming: This is ended thus. Ah, how much truth, how
hers, an uncle,
and a young man, student of the much meaning, these words then had! My
Ateneo, who had just arrived youthful and trusting
that day from Manila. They were love ended! The first hours of my first love ended. My
going to their lands called virgin
Presa. I accompanied them on foot forever weep the risky step it took in the abyss covered
heart will
stake.
leaving my horse tied to a with flowers. My illusion will return, indeed, but indifferent,
When we had arrived at their incomprehensible, preparing me for the first deception on the
to the town, but
mill, I took leave to return road of grief.
really to wait again on the road in case they
had not passed by I returned to the town inebriate and confused. Melancholy,
yet. I arrived there and I
had passed there cavalcades or inquired if there sweet in its tortures, seized me. I knew that she was the woman
me. carromatas. No one could tell who satisfied fully the aspirations of my heart that told me I
had lost her.
Sadly I sat down by the bank of the
mill that we had in it, brook that run the old Ispent the two nights that followed this day in visiting,
thinking of many
things at the same together with L., a young woman who toward the east in
lived
my mind on anything. I saw the time
and not being able to fix
swift a little house at the right. She was a bachelor girl older than
currents carrying away
branches that they tore We were. She was fair with seductive and attractive eyes. She,
and my thought, from the bushes
wandering in other regions and or we, talked about love but my heart and my thought followed
having other K. through the night to her town. If the most filthy corpse had
told me that she too was thinking of me, I would have kissed
33Light two-wheeled covered vehicles
than a calesa. usually horse-drawn, and more spacious it out of
gratitude.
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of December in that monotonoue CHAPTER VIII
spent the last days
I as I could not find any
implacable
melancholy so much
more
My father, who had learned MY FIRST REMINISCENCE
other object to distract my thoughts. them, perhaps
us from continuing
about our visits, prohibited
oriental maid did
not figure in his WhenI had not
because the n a m e of the yet seen other rivers
except the river of
calculations. I did not visit
her again. my town, crystalline and gay in its
winding course, shaded by
murmuring bamboo groves, when my world was only cir
Manila, 16 November 1881. S. L. departed. cumscribed by the bluish mountains of my province and the
white surface of the lake that I discerned from after through
some ruins, sparkling like a mirror and filled with
CHAPTER VII graceful sails,
I like stories very much and I believed with all my heart
everything
the books contained, convinced that what was
printed must
FROM JANUARY TO DECEMBER 1878 perforce be the truth. And why not, since my parents, who
punished me for the smallest lie, emphatically enjoined me to
atteñd to my books, to read them diligently and understand them.
The short vacation ended any important
without happenings.
On the 6th of January 1 took leave of my parents and returned My first remembrance concerning letters goes back to my
to Manila, my second hometown. earliest age. I must be very small yet because when they polished
the floor of our house with banana leaves, I would still fall
The oid house on Magallanes Street received again the guest
who since childhood had taken shelter in its shadow. An inde slipping on the shiny surface as did the little skilled skaters on
ice. It was still difficult for me to climb up a chair, I went down
finable malaise and sadness like remorse took hold of my heart.
Ispent the night in vague, most melancholy reflections. It
the stairs step by step, holding on to every baluster, and in our
house as in the whole town, petroleum was unknown. nor had
dawned. I sat down on my chaise lounge and I almost cried on
I seen until that time any quinque," nor had any carriage ever
remembering my family and my old friends. My room-mate
found me praying. passed through the streets
of my town that I believed to be the
summum of joy and animation.
The days of January, February, and March
without any incident. I was
passed almost One night, when everybody at home was already asleep.
waiting
her. During these months I had the
only for some news from when all the lights in the globes*° had already been put out by
discussion of Metaphysics, them off by means of a curved tin tube which seemed
that is I maintained most intricate, blowing
in Latin. I came out vyingly complicated questions to me the most exquisite and wonderful toy in the world. I don't
very middling for I had not prepared as I remained watching beside the
should. I took the examination in know why my mother and I had
obtained the grade of excellent. I Metaphysics that in all Philippine houses burned all night long,
in March and T only light
had the same success in the and that went out precisely at dawn waking
the people with its
examinations in topography,
winning two medals in this and in cheerful hissing.
agriculture. My mother had given me for
expenses that month
something like P15.00 I bought a little tortoise-shell box and
presented it to my
professor of drawing.3
And This word is derived from the
name of the first maker of that lamp, Quinquet,
thing more to do. I went home to not having any a Frenchman. Quinque refers to petroleum lamp
spend the long vacation. 3The utmost.
which w e r e placed vessels the
made of crystal in
Globes 'were appliances
*Don Agustin Saez, eminent are hung from the ceiling with iron chains
painter in Manila. Containing oil for lighting. They
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a bath her hair which to me as if to tell me that
still young. After
then was those applied to me. I
My mother and listened to
half a handbreath on the floor her what a rare
she let down to dry, dragged
its end. She taught me to read in beautiful phenomenon
each time, the flame the light seemed to me more
by which reason she knotted brighter,
Amigo de los Ninos, a very
rare book, an old edition, which tively the fate of those insects that and I even envied instinc
had lost its cover and which a very
industious sister of mine magical exhalation. Those that had played so cheerfully in is
back a thick blue paper in the oil, they didn't succumbed were drowned
had covered again by pasting on its frighten me. My mother continued
of cloth. My mother her
the remnant of the wrapper of a bolt reading, I listened anxiously, and the fate of
the two insects
undoubtedly annoyed at heaning me read pitifully, for,
as I didn't
interested me intensely. The light
one side, a singed moth in one of agitated
understand Spanish. I could not give meaning to the phrases, its golden tongue on
these
took away the book from me. After scolding me for the drawings oil, clapped its wings for some time and movements fell into the
died. That assumed for
I had made on its pages, with legs and arms extended like a me the proportions of a
great event and as a strange
cross, she began to read asking me to follow her example. My that I have always observed in me wnen phenomenon
mother, when she could still see, read very well, recited, and It seemed to me that the flame and the sqmething excites me.
moths were moving far
knew how to make verses. How many times during Christmas away, very far, and that my mother's voice
vacation afterwards, she corrected my poems, making very apt sepulchral timbre. acquired a strange,
observations. I listened to her fuil of childish admiration. Marvel-
ling at the ease with which she made them and at the sonorous
My mother finished the fable. I was not listening; all myY
she could get from some pages that cost me so
attention, all my mind and all my thoughts were concentrated
phrases that
much effort to read and that I deciphered haltingly. Perhaps
on the fate of that moth, young, dead, full of illusions.
my
ears soon got tired of
hearing sounds that to me meant "You see?" my mother said to me taking me to bed. "Don't
nothing
perhaps due to my natural distraction I gave litle attention to imitate the young moth and don't be disobedient; you'll get
the reading and watched more
closely the cheerful flame around burned like it."
which some small moths fluttered with
playful and uneven flight, I don't know if I replied, promised something. or cried.
perhaps I yawned. be it what it might, the case was that my
mother, realizing the litte interest thàt I The only thing I remember is that it took me a long time before
showed, stopped her could
reading and said to me: Ito me sleep. That story had revealed to me things unknown
until then. To me moths ceased to be insignificant insects;
Tm going to read to moths talked and knew how to warn and advise as well as my
you a
very pretty story, be attentive". mother did. The light seemed to be more beautiful, dazzling,
Upon hearing the word
story I opened my eyes expecting attractive. I understand why moths fluttered around lights.
a new and wonderful I Advices and warnings resounded feebly in my ears. What preoc-
looked at my mother who leafed
one.
through the book as if looking for it, and I cupied me most was the death of the imprudent, but at the
with ready. to listen
impatience and wonder. I didn't suspectgotthat.in bottom of my heart, I didn't blame it. My mother's solicitude
book that I read without that old
understanding, there could be stories didn't have all the success that she hoped it would.
and pretty stories.
My mother began to read to me the
the young and the old fable
of No; many years have elapsed; the child has become a man;
moths, translating it rivers and
into Tagalog At the first
verses my attention
to me piece by piece has plowed (sailed- Z.] the most famous foreign
a way that I
looked towards the redoubled in such meditated beside their copious streams. The steamship has taken
the moths that fluttered light and fixed my attention on him across the seas and all the oceans; he has climbed the region
around it. The much higher than the
been more opportune. My mother story could not have of
perpetual snow on mnountains very
a
great deal on the emphasized and commented Makiling of his province. From experience he has received bitter
warnings of the old moth and directed them more
lessons, oh, infinitely bitter than the sweet lesson that his
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mother gave him, and nevertheless the man preserves the he
eart
of a child and he believes that light is the mOst beautitul thino
ing
there is in creation and that it is worthy tor a man to sacrific