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764 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1956
The Gospel teaches us to accept the Cross when its time comes, but doesn’t it also say we should accept happiness? Isn’t that the greatest crime of all, to reject love, happiness and poetry, and nail them all to the cross? Hallowed is happiness: it is the end the Almighty wants for man and it is terrible to reject that. [Cruells]
If God exists, he must have become man. Why would he not have done such a thing?How could he have left us so alone with that horrible thing they call intellect--lucidity in the face of the nothingness, a meaningless glimmer lost in the eternal and endless darkness around us.
We live in the hope that [the Easter candle] will be lit again come glorious Holy Saturday, that is, at the beginning of spring. But there will be a year when it won’t happen. A year when spring won’t return. Have you never thought how April, that month of uncertain glory, escapes our grasp? And uncertain or not, it is the only glory. So, back to our Easter candles...’ [in a rant by the seemingly mad Soleras, early on]
I returned to old Olegaria’s really late. She can’t go to bed until I’m back even though she’s not cooking my supper anymore. She sat in a low chair by the fire, for it gets cold at night; poor summer, your glory is uncertain too...[Lluis]
You won’t live twice, your seconds are ticking on towards the void like the saffron petals the Parral is sweeping away...and those seconds could be wonderful’” I would give anything for a moment of glory. [Lluis]
A dark instinct stirred inside me. perhaps more vegetable than animal, spurring the spread of powerful and dominating life, like one of those walnut trees on the banks of the River Parral with fantastic roots, to spread a race of gods: Eritis sicut dii, our most secret desire, the uncertain glory for which Adam exchanged the quiet, certain glory of Paradise. [Lluis]
“So what is ‘real' glory?” [Lluis]
“Love and war, killing and its opposite!..[Solerás]
“What drives them [the soldiers, as a rout drives the Republicans in ever-diminishing numbers back towards the Pyrenees]? Not the cause--nobody knows what that is--but glory, which is something everyone feels. But what glory, O my God, what kind of glory, if nobody will every know the names of so many soldiers who have fallen in so many battles? Posterity? How foolish! If posterity had to remember all those who have died in one battle out of the many, all those whose names are written on sand... [Cruells]
“My love, if we don’t intend to be pacifists all the time, we might as well never be. In peacetime we should prepare ourselves for war: war is something you don’t do, or you do properly. What was the point of all the years of pacifist, anti-miltary propaganda if at the moment of truth we’ve allowed ourselves to be dragged into fighting a war? The only point in fact was to ensure that in the end our poor soldiers at the front would fight in inferior conditions: everything has to be improvised...If we aren’t pacifists to the end, accepting all the consequences, it is a crime to be pacifist: all we every prepared was the bloody disasters that our fighters, who nobody ever trained for war, are experiencing now...so the militarist and the Falange would have won straightaway? So what? It would have made more sense to let them win without offering resistance and as they’re going to win anyway--let’s not fool ourselves--at least we’d have been spared the bloodshed, arson and looting that only bring dishonor upon us.”