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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Underdogs by Mariano Azuela: taurant, ragged men, filthy with sweat, dirt and smoke,
their hair matted, wild, disheveled.
"I killed two colonels," one man clamored in a guttural
harsh voice. He was a small fat fellow, with embroidered
hat and chamois coat, wearing a light purple handker-
chief about his neck.
"They were so Goddamned fat they couldn't even run.
By God, I wish you could have seen them, tripping and
stumbling at every step they took, climbing up the hill,
red as tomatoes, their tongues hanging out like hounds.
'Don't run so fast, you lousy beggars!' I called after them.
The Underdogs |
