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That was the Mexico of my youth, and it was the Mexico in which Juan G6mez grew up with his widowed mother. When the strangling was accom- phshed, the executioners leaped nimbly down, ignited the pyres and mmolated the already dead bodies of the reconciled heretics. When I asked how much, he said, Twenty-five dollars each. 'Man the ropes!' came the captain's cry.

its windows, followed by a string of flatcars - occasionally one would have fencelike sides - and the inevitable caboose Seneca and Lorca are concerned primarily with death, and every Spaniard, whether he lives in Pamplona or Peru, is similarly preoccupied with this ultimate mystery. Instead they waited for their own mea- gre crops to ripen, after which their priests decreed that anyone with even a slight physical defect must be killed off. m Toledo was delivered to me in Mexico City: Mi Querido Sobrino Norman [Dear Nephew] I must h