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‘I don’t know enough!’ said Kate.

‘Nobody knows any more. But if you like the WORD Quetzalcoatl, don’t you think it would be wonderful if he came back again? Ah, the NAMES of the gods! Don’t you think the NAMES are like seeds, so full of magic, of the unexplored magic? Huitzilopochtli! — how wonderful! And Tlaloc! Ah! I love them! I say them over and over, like they say Mani padma Om! in Tibet. I believe in the fertility of sound. Itzpapalotl — the Obsidian Butterfly! Itzpapalotl! But say it, and you will see it does good to your soul. Itzpapalotl! Tezcatlipocá! They were old when the Spaniards came, they needed the bath of life again. But now, re-bathed in youth, how wonderful they must be! Think of Jehovah! Jehovah! Think of Jesus Christ! How thin and poor they sound! Or Jesús Cristo! They are dead names, all the life withered out of them. Ah, it is time now for Jesus to go back to the place of the death of the gods, and take the long bath of being made young again. He is an old-old young god, don’t you think?’ He looked long at Kate, then dived for his soup.