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176 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1906
«Τον διαβεβαίωσα ότι η ζωή της γυναίκας του ήταν το ίδιο ασφαλής∙ αλλά δεν είπα για ποιο πράγμα ήμουν σίγουρος - ότι δεν θα την ξανάβλεπε ποτέ. Ήθελε πόλεμο μέχρι θανάτου, και ο πόλεμος μπορούσε να τελειώσει μόνο με τον δικό του θάνατο».
”A red and unclouded sun setting into a purple ocean looked with a fiery stare upon the enormous wall of the Cordilleras, worthy witnesses of his glorious extinction. But it is inconceivable that it should have seen the ant-like men busy with their absurd and insignificant trials of killing and dying for reasons that, apart from being generally childish, were also imperfectly understood. It did light up, however, the backs of the firing party and the faces of the condemned men. […]
The sergeant with a naked sword in his hand strolled away by himself along the heap of the dead. He was a humane man, and watched for any stir or twitch of limb in the merciful idea of plunging the point of his blade into any body giving the slightest sign of life. But none of the bodies afforded him an opportunity for the display of this charitable intention. […]
[Gaspar Ruiz] was lying face down. The sergeant recognized him by his stature, and bing himself a very small man, looked with envy and contempt at the prostration of so much strength.”
”’Every bullet has its billet,’ runs the proverb. All the merit of proverbs consists in the concise and picturesque expression. In the surprise of our minds is found their persuasiveness. In other words, we are struck and convinced by the shock.
What surprises us is the form, not the substance. Proverbs are art – cheap art. As a general rule they are not true; unless indeed they happen to be mere platitudes, as for instance the proverb, ‘Half a loaf is better than no bread,’ or ‘A miss is as good as a mile.’ Some proverbs are simply imbecile, others are immoral. That one evolved out of the naive heart of the great Russian people, ‘Man discharges the piece, but God carries the bullet,’ is piously atrocious, and at bitter variance with the accepted conception of a compassionate God. It would indeed be an inconsistent occupation for the Guardian of the poor, the innocent, and the helpless, to carry the bullet, for instance, into the heart of a father.”