Not so good.
Besides you'd never find them in the dark.
He would have kept them.
He took some dynamite, too.
Oh, the dirty, vile, treacherous sod.
The dirty rotten crut.
Why couldn't he have just mucked off and not have taken the exploder and the detonators?
Why was I such an utter goddamned fool as to leave them with that bloody woman?
The smart, treacherous ugly bastard.
The dirty _cabron_.
Cut it out and take it easy, he told himself.
You had to take chances and that was the best there was.
You're just mucked, he told himself.
You're mucked for good and higher than a kite.
Keep your damned head and get the anger out and stop this cheap lamenting like a damned wailing wall.
It's gone.
God damn you, it's gone.
Oh damn the dirty swine to hell.
You can muck your way out of it.
You've got to, you know you've got to blow it if you have to stand there and--cut Out that stuff, too.
Why don't you ask your grandfather?
Oh, muck my grandfather and muck this whole treacherous muckfaced mucking country and every mucking Spaniard in it on either side and to hell forever.
Muck them to hell together, Largo, Prieto, Asensio, Miaja, Rojo, all of them. Muck every one of them to death to hell.
Muck the whole treachery-ridden country. Muck their egotism and their selfishness and their selfishness and their egotism and their conceit and their treachery.
Muck them to hell and always.
Muck them before we die for them.
Muck them after we die for them.
Muck them to death and hell.
God muck Pablo.
Pablo is all of them.
God pity the Spanish people.
Any leader they have will muck them.
One good man, Pablo Iglesias, in two thousand years and everybody else mucking them.
How do we know how he would have stood up in this war?
I remember when I thought Largo was O.K.
Durruti was good and his own people shot him there at the Puente de los Franceses.
Shot him because he wanted them to attack.
Shot him in the glorious discipline of indiscipline. The cowardly swine.
Oh muck them all to hell and be damned.
And that Pablo that just mucked off with my exploder and my box of detonators.
Oh muck him to deepest hell.
But no. He's mucked us instead.
They always muck you instead, from Cortez and Menendez de Avila down to Miaja.
Look at what Miaja did to Kleber.
The bald egotistical swine.
The stupid egg-headed bastard.
Muck all the insane, egotistical, treacherous swine that have always governed Spain and ruled her armies.
Muck everybody but the people and then be damned careful what they turn into when they have power.
His rage began to thin as he exaggerated more and more and spread his scorn and contempt so widely and unjustly that he could no longer believe in it himself.
If that were true what are you here for?