“When they had ended their prayers, the Angel of Death recovered his loquacity and his gayety and ascending the chariot again, preceded by Gil Gil, spoke as follows. 'The village you see on that mountain is Gethsemane. In it was… — Pedro Antonio de Alarcón Copy Share
“We have a long distance to travel,' said the Angel of Death to our friend Gil, as soon as they had left the Villa.… — Pedro Antonio de Alarcón Copy Share Image
“When they had ended their prayers, the Angel of Death recovered his loquacity and his gayety and ascending the chariot again, preceded by Gil Gil, spoke as follows. 'The village you see on that mountain is Gethsemane. In it was the Garden of Olives. On the other side you can distinguish an eminence crowned by a temple which stands out… — Pedro Antonio de Alarcón Copy Share
“Very well, but - who are you?' again asked Gil Gil, in whom curiosity was beginning to get the better of every other feeling. 'I told you that when I first spoke to you - I am your friend. And bear in mind that you are the only being on the face of the earth to whom I accord the… — Pedro Antonio de Alarcón Copy Share
“Mi marido no está en casa; pero yo me basto para hacerla respetar.” — Pedro Antonio de Alarcón Copy Share Image
“¡Tu dixisti!...Excusatio non petita, accusatio manifesta. -- Qualis vir, talis oratio.” — Pedro Antonio de Alarcón Copy Share Image
On Sherry: The destiny of a thousand generations is concentrated in each drop. If the cares of the world overwhelm you, only taste it,… — Pedro Antonio de Alarcon Copy Share Image
“Y rompió a berrear tristemente abrazado a la barriga del señor Juan López.” — Pedro Antonio de Alarcón Copy Share Image
“Pero ¿a qué estas notas lúgubres en una tonadilla alegre? ¿A qué estos relámpagos fatídicos en una atmósfera tan serena? ¿A qué estas actitudes… — Pedro Antonio de Alarcón Copy Share Image
“The two friends went on and on toward the sierra, at times keeping the highway, at times. deviating from it. Whenever they passed through… — Pedro Antonio de Alarcón Copy Share Image
“The moon fled eastward like a frightened dove, while the stars changed their places in the heavens, like a disbanding army. 'Where are we?'… — Pedro Antonio de Alarcón Copy Share Image
