"Then if we must rise let us go to get something to eat."
"All right."
"Thou.
Thou art not worried about anything?"
"No."
"Truly?"
"No. Not now."
"But thou hast worried before?"
"For a while."
"Is it aught I can help?"
"Nay," he said.
"You have helped enough."
"That?
That was for me."
"That was for us both," he said.
"No one is there alone.
Come, rabbit, let us dress."
But his mind, that was his best companion, was thinking La Gloria.
She said La Gloria.
It has nothing to do with glory nor La Gloire that the French write and speak about.
It is the thing that is in the Cante Hondo and in the Saetas.
It is in Greco and in San Juan de la Cruz, of course, and in the others.
I am no mystic, but to deny it is as ignorant as though you denied the telephone or that the earth revolves around the sun or that there are other planets than this.
How little we know of what there is to know.
I wish that I were going to live a long time instead of going to die today because I have learned much about life in these four days; more, I think, than in all the other time.
I'd like to be an old man and to really know.
I wonder if you keep on learning or if there is only a certain amount each man can understand.
I thought I knew about so many things that I know nothing of.
I wish there was more time.
"You taught me a lot, _guapa_," he said in English.
"What did you say?"
"I have learned much from thee."
"_Que va_," she said, "it is thou who art educated."
Educated, he thought.
I have the very smallest beginnings of an education.
The very small beginnings.
If I die on this day it is a waste because I know a few things now.
I wonder if you only learn them now because you are oversensitized because of the shortness of the time?
There is no such thing as a shortness of time, though.
You should have sense enough to know that too.
I have been all my life in these hills since I have been here.
Anselmo is my oldest friend.
I know him better than I know Charles, than I know Chub, than I know Guy, than I know Mike, and I know them well.
Agustin, with his vile mouth, is my brother, and I never had a brother.
Maria is my true love and my wife.
I never had a true love.
I never had a wife.
She is also my sister, and I never had a sister, and my daughter, and I never will have a daughter.
I hate to leave a thing that is so good.
He finished tying his rope-soled shoes.