Читать книгу The Plumed Serpent. Historical Novel - Life and Love after the Mexico Revolution онлайн

112 страница из 172

‘Ah! you do! Well then! Look at Mexico! The only CONSCIOUS people are half-breeds, people of mixed blood, begotten in greed and selfish brutality.’

‘Some people believe in the mixed blood,’ said Kate.

‘Ah! They do, do they? Who?’

‘Some of your serious-minded men. They say the half-breed is better than the Indian.’

‘Better! Well! The Indian has his hopelessness. The moment of coition is his moment of supreme hopelessness, when he throws himself down the pit of despair.’

The Austrian, European blood, which fans into fire of conscious understanding, died down again, leaving what was Mexican in Julio Toussaint sunk in irredeemable gloom.

‘It is true,’ said Mirabal, out of the gloom. ‘The Mexicans who have any feeling always prostitute themselves, one way or another, and so they can never DO anything. And the Indians can never do anything either, because they haven’t got hope in anything. But it is always darkest before the dawn. We must make the miracle come. The miracle is superior even to the moment of coition.’