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Updated: May 6, 2025
Despite his ambitious plans and the desire he had that the question of his candidacy should be definitely settled, Amparito's letter interested him much more than Don Calixto's. A new, disturbing element was coming into his life, without any warning and without any reason. He said nothing about Amparito's letter to his friend Alzugaray.
"The priest and I went out into the street. He wanted to give me the sidewalk, and I opposed that as if it were a crime. He told me he was more accustomed than I to walking on the cobble-stones; and finally, he on the sidewalk and I in the gutter, we arrived at Don Calixto's house." "Was he at home?" asked Alzugaray. "Yes," said Caesar.
"I think," he said, "that I am getting my philosophy into shape." "My dear man!" "Yes. I have tacked some new contours on to my Darwinian pragmatism." Alzugaray, in whom every treasure-trove of his friend's always produced great surprise, stood staring naively at him. "Yes, I am building up my system," Caesar went on, "a system within relative truth. It is clear." "Let's hear what it is."
While they were talking an automobile horn was heard, and a little later Don Calixto's niece entered the drawing-room. This was Amparito, the flat-faced girl with black eyes, of whom Caesar had spoken to Alzugaray. Her father accompanied her. The priest patted the girl's cheeks. Her father was a clumsy man, red, sunburned, with the face of a contractor or a miner.
If I didn't, I should have left all this long ago, because they have waged war to the death on me, an infamous sort of war which a person that lives in Madrid cannot understand; calumnies that come from no one knows where, atrocious accusations, everything...." Alzugaray stared at the bookseller's grey eyes, which were extraordinarily bright.
Is the whole of life nothing, in reality, but ridiculous?" Caesar returned home, and unknown to Alzugaray, wrote a letter to Amparito. He put the letter into the box, and then went to call on Don Calixto, and take leave of him. Don Calixto invited Caesar and Alzugaray to dinner the next day, and there were the same guests as the first time. The dinner was cold and ceremonious.
"Caesar is right; this is quite a lively girl," murmured Alzugaray. The mayor's son now arrived, and his sister. He was an insignificant little gentleman, mild and courteous; he had studied law at Salamanca, and it seemed that he had certain intentions about Don Calixto's second daughter.
"Well, this man on the stairway is the quotation, and the mechanical task of constantly making up for the quarterly loss is what is called the reintegration of the coupon." "You do not convince me." Alzugaray didn't like listening to these explanations.
Many times Alzugaray had heard Caesar explain his plans, but he had no great confidence in their realization. Nor did this particular moment seem to him opportune for beginning the campaign. Everybody believed that the Liberal Ministry was stronger than ever; people were still away for the summer; nothing was doing.
They gamble at that cafe; he can go there and in two or three days call a halt on 'Driveller' Juan." "Good." "We must arrange for you to dismiss the new judge and put in some friend of yours, and one fine day we will get a quarrel started and we will put all Father Martin's friends in jail." "You two play atrocious politics," said Alzugaray, who was listening to the conversation.
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