of their own, these Mexican people of ours. That makes me think that grace is still with them. And so, having got hold of some kind of clue to my own whole manhood, it is part of me now to try with them.”
“You will fail.”
“I shan’t. Whatever happens to me, there will be a new vibration, a new call in the air, and a new answer inside some men.”
“They will betray you.—Do you know what even your friend Toussaint said of you?—Ramón Carrasco’s future is just the past of mankind.”
“A great deal of it is the past. Naturally Toussaint sees that part.”
“But the boys don’t believe in you. Instinctively, they disbelieve. Cyprian said to me, when I went to see him: ‘Is father doing any more of that silly talk about old gods coming back, mother?