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Updated: May 7, 2025
"It can't be explained any other way." "If science " "Get out with science, puñales!" "But, listen to me and I'll convince you. It's all a question of optics. I haven't yet seen the head nor do I know how it looks, but this gentleman" indicating Juanito Pelaez "tells us that it does not look like the talking heads that are usually exhibited. So be it!
Juanito Pelaez, who was also a great friend of the dancing girl, offered to look after the matter, but Isagani shook his head, saying that it was sufficient that they had made use of Padre Irene and that it would be going too far to avail themselves of Pepay in such an affair. "Show us the other way."
"But what do you want mirrors for, if Juanito tells us that the head is inside a box placed on the table? I see in it spiritualism, because the spiritualists always make use of tables, and I think that Padre Salvi, as the ecclesiastical governor, ought to prohibit the exhibition." Padre Salvi remained silent, saying neither yes nor no.
Does he ever say a word to them about their scandalous visits, although all Toledo knows of them?" "And what do the canons say about the cardinal?" "They say Juanito is his grandson, and that his father, who died, and who passed as nephew of His Eminence, was really his son by a certain lady when he was bishop in Andalusia.
He heard faint echoes inquiring for Don Tiburcio de Espadaña, the name of Juanito Pelaez, but they sounded to him like distant bells, the confused noises heard in a dream. It was necessary to tell him that they had reached Plaza Santa Cruz. The sala of the Pansiteria Macanista de Buen Gusto that night presented an extraordinary aspect.
"No," replied the imperturbable Juanito, "there's a mistake they've got their places mixed those coming behind " "Those with the whips?" Juanito nodded assent, but he was rather perplexed and uneasy. "So those girls are the cochers?" Here Juanito was attacked by such a violent fit of coughing that some of the spectators became annoyed. "Put him out! Put the consumptive out!" called a voice.
"Nego!" the student cried with still more ardor, feeling another jerk at his coat. Juanito, or rather Placido, who was prompting him, was unconsciously adopting Chinese tactics: not to admit the most inoffensive foreigner in order not to be invaded. "Then where are we?" asked the professor, somewhat disconcerted, and looking uneasily at the refractory student.
"Nego consequentiam, Padre," he replied resolutely. "Aha, then probo consequentiam! Per te, the polished surface constitutes the 'essence' of the mirror " "Nego suppositum!" interrupted Juanito, as he felt Placido pulling at his coat. "How? Per te " "Nego!" "Ergo, you believe that what is behind affects what is in front?"
Suddenly Clara rose, the group that had formed about Juanito separated, and the son, rebellious with good reason, saw before him his old father standing erect, who said in solemn tones, "Juanito, I command you to obey." The young count remained immovable. Then his father knelt at his feet. Involuntarily Clara, Felipe, and Manuelo imitated his action.
Don't you know, Placido, that I'm getting to be a regular ass? What about Wednesday?" "Wednesday? Wait Wednesday, it was a little wet." "Fine! What about Tuesday, old man?" "Tuesday was the professor's nameday and we went to entertain him with an orchestra, present him flowers and some gifts." "Ah, carambas!" exclaimed Juanito, "that I should have forgotten about it! What an ass I am!
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