San Manuel, Bueno Martir
Miguel de Unamuno (1864-1936) was a Spanish philosopher and novelist. His philosophical masterpiece is “The Tragic Sense of Life” (1912), an essay which combined the philosophy of Existentialism with his Catholic faith.
“San Manuel, Bueno Martir”reaches the same conclusion about reason and faith found in that famous essay: Reason tells us that there is no life after death, but faith tells us that we cannot live without belief in life after death. Thus, life must be lived in this conflict between reason and fatih. Belief in God must be an act of hope.
Now that the bishop of the diocese of Renata, to which my village of Valverde de Lucerna belongs, is going about, so they say, beginning the process for the beatification of our Don Manuel, or rather, Saint Manuel the Good, who used to be our parish priest, I want to leave written here, by way of confession, (and only God knows and not I what fate it may have), everything that I know and remember about that motherly male who filled the most intimate part of my life and soul, who was my true spiritual father, the father of my soul, of myself, Angela Carballino.
The other one, my flesh and temporal father, I scarcely knew, since he died when I was very young. I know that he had arrived in our Valverde de Lucerna as a stranger, that he settled here upon marrying my mother. He brought with him some few books, the Quixote, works of classical theater, some historical novels, histories, the Bertoldo, all mixed up, and as a daydreaming child I devoured those books, almost the only ones in the whole village. My good mother scarcely told me any facts or sayings of my father. Those of Don Manuel, whom like the whole village she adored, with whom she was in love- of course most chastely- had wiped out the very memory of those of her husband. Each day, on praying the rosary, she fervently commended him to God.
I remember our Don Manuel as if it were yesterday, when I was a child of ten, before they took me off to the religious school in the cathedral city of Renada . Our priest was probably about thirty seven years old then. He was tall, thin, erect, and carried his head like our Buitre Peak carries its crest, and there was in his eyes the blueish depth of our lake. He attracted the glance of everybody, and after that, their hearts, and he, upon looking at us, seemed to look straight through our flesh like glass, to look at our hearts. We all loved him, but especially the children. What things he told us! They were things, not words. The town began to reek of holiness; one felt full and drunk with its aroma.
It was then that my brother Lazaro, who was in America from where he regularly sent us money so that we might live in seemly comfort, made my mother send me to the religious school, so that I might complete my education outside of the village. And this, even though he didn’t think much of nuns. “But since there”, he wrote us, “there are no progressive lay schools as far as.
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XII. Looking on the Bright Side
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“…if one of the primary purposes of education is to teach young people the skills, knowledge, and critical awareness to become productive members of a diverse and democratic society, a broadly conceptualize multicultural education can have a decisive influence.” Textbook page 338.
What steps do you think schools can or should take to promote our democracy in today’s very diverse country?
Food festivals and celebrating a cultural holiday will not be accepted as an answer. Those are examples of tokenism to make the dominant culture feel like they are doing something. These two activities are fun and interesting, but not how we will strengthen our democracy.
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✍Report OverviewIn this assignment, you will Document an.docxanhlodge
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Report Overview
In this assignment, you will
Document and reflect on your university education and on learning experiences outside of the university;
Articulate how your upper-level coursework is an integrated and individualized curriculum built around your interests; and
Highlight the experiences, skills, and projects that show what you can do.
A successful report submission will be the product of many hours of work over several weeks.
A report earning maximum available points will be a carefully curated and edited explanation of your work that provides tangible evidence of—and insights into—your competencies and capabilities over time. In each section of this report, you are (1) telling a story about your own abilities, and (2) providing specific examples and evidence that illustrate and support your claims.
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Required Report Sections
Here the sections are listed as they must appear in your final graded submission. You’ll arrange the sections in this order when
submitting
the final report BUT you won’t follow this order when
writing
drafts of each section.
Note that each section description contains a Pro Tip that tells you how to proceed with the work – what to attempt first, second, and third, etc.
❖ I. Statement of Purpose ❖
Step 1.
Read these four very different
examples of successful Statement of Purpose sections
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Step 2.
Consider the differences in tone, style, level of detail etc. Your own statement of purpose may resemble one of these. Indeed, writing a first draft based on an example or combination of examples is a good idea. BUT don’t let these examples limit your thinking or personal expression. You may want to begin with a quote from a famous person, use a quote from your mom, or skip the quote. You may want to discuss your personal motivations or get right down to the facts. You may want to list your classes or discuss how your work-life led you to this path.
Step 3.
Write a rough draft – let’s call that Statement of Purpose 1.0. Write Statement of Purpose 1.0 as quickly as you can and then put it away until after you have completed most of the report. Forget about Statement of Purpose 1.0 until most of your report is at least in draft form.
Step 4.
Once you have a draft of all sections of your report, you are in a good position to revise Statement of Purpose 1. You are ready for Step 4. Take Statement of Purpose 1.0 out its dusty vault and hold it up to the sun. Ah. Now read your report draft and compare it to the claims you made in Statement of Purpose 1.0. Ask yourself these questions:
Does Statement of Purpose 1.0. accurately introduce my report?
Are there important ideas or representative experiences in the report that should be highlighted in the Statement of Purpose but aren’t? Remember this isn’t a treasure hunt where its your reader’s job to figure out what matters. It’s your job to show the reader what matters.
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This document provides background information on Paulo Coelho and summarizes his novel The Zahir. It includes an introduction to the story, which is about a man whose wife disappears. He comes under suspicion by police but is released because a friend provides an alibi for his whereabouts on the day of her disappearance. The document contains several excerpts from the beginning of the novel that describe the man reflecting on his wife's disappearance and background on the character. It also includes a short biography of Paulo Coelho, noting he is one of the most beloved writers and his books have been translated into many languages.
The girl was hiking in the small Spanish town of Portomarin with friends. She stopped to rest on a lichen-painted church wall, enjoying the rural scenery. Inside the fortress church, she noticed a lonely boy in a red windbreaker praying. Their eyes met and he smiled at her, no longer seeming lonely. Though she never saw him again, the boy's brief presence in the church left her feeling inexplicably tender and that he had found what he needed there.
John Paton was a missionary to the cannibal islands of the New Hebrides in the 1800s. He faced immense difficulties including criticism, the death of his wife and child, risk of sickness and attack by the natives. However, he drew his strength from God, the example of his godly father, and his strong sense of calling. Through Paton's efforts, virtually the entire island of Aniwa converted to Christianity. His story inspired many others to become missionaries as well. He overcame skepticism and saw God glorified through the conversions among the cannibals.
This document provides an overview of the inaugural issue of the publication Leben, which focuses on rekindling interest in the history of the Reformed Church. It introduces several articles in the issue, including a profile of Anna Reinhard Zwingli, the wife of the founder of the Reformed Church. The article details how Anna became acquainted with Zwingli through her son Gerold, who Zwingli tutored. Their relationship developed as Zwingli supported Anna and her family, culminating in their marriage in 1522, which faced opposition but established Anna as a model minister's wife. The issue also features stories on the martyrdom of Pastor Paul Schneider and the kidnapping of the Keller family during the French
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“…if one of the primary purposes of education is to teach young people the skills, knowledge, and critical awareness to become productive members of a diverse and democratic society, a broadly conceptualize multicultural education can have a decisive influence.” Textbook page 338.
What steps do you think schools can or should take to promote our democracy in today’s very diverse country?
Food festivals and celebrating a cultural holiday will not be accepted as an answer. Those are examples of tokenism to make the dominant culture feel like they are doing something. These two activities are fun and interesting, but not how we will strengthen our democracy.
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Report Overview
In this assignment, you will
Document and reflect on your university education and on learning experiences outside of the university;
Articulate how your upper-level coursework is an integrated and individualized curriculum built around your interests; and
Highlight the experiences, skills, and projects that show what you can do.
A successful report submission will be the product of many hours of work over several weeks.
A report earning maximum available points will be a carefully curated and edited explanation of your work that provides tangible evidence of—and insights into—your competencies and capabilities over time. In each section of this report, you are (1) telling a story about your own abilities, and (2) providing specific examples and evidence that illustrate and support your claims.
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Required Report Sections
Here the sections are listed as they must appear in your final graded submission. You’ll arrange the sections in this order when
submitting
the final report BUT you won’t follow this order when
writing
drafts of each section.
Note that each section description contains a Pro Tip that tells you how to proceed with the work – what to attempt first, second, and third, etc.
❖ I. Statement of Purpose ❖
Step 1.
Read these four very different
examples of successful Statement of Purpose sections
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Step 2.
Consider the differences in tone, style, level of detail etc. Your own statement of purpose may resemble one of these. Indeed, writing a first draft based on an example or combination of examples is a good idea. BUT don’t let these examples limit your thinking or personal expression. You may want to begin with a quote from a famous person, use a quote from your mom, or skip the quote. You may want to discuss your personal motivations or get right down to the facts. You may want to list your classes or discuss how your work-life led you to this path.
Step 3.
Write a rough draft – let’s call that Statement of Purpose 1.0. Write Statement of Purpose 1.0 as quickly as you can and then put it away until after you have completed most of the report. Forget about Statement of Purpose 1.0 until most of your report is at least in draft form.
Step 4.
Once you have a draft of all sections of your report, you are in a good position to revise Statement of Purpose 1. You are ready for Step 4. Take Statement of Purpose 1.0 out its dusty vault and hold it up to the sun. Ah. Now read your report draft and compare it to the claims you made in Statement of Purpose 1.0. Ask yourself these questions:
Does Statement of Purpose 1.0. accurately introduce my report?
Are there important ideas or representative experiences in the report that should be highlighted in the Statement of Purpose but aren’t? Remember this isn’t a treasure hunt where its your reader’s job to figure out what matters. It’s your job to show the reader what matters.
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Learning Outcomes:1.
Understand the basic concepts and terminology used in Strategic Management. (Lo 1.2)2.
Understand the Corporation Social Responsibility
(Lo 1.4).3.
Explain how executive leadership is an important part of strategic management (Lo 3.4)
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Question 1
: How does strategic management typically evolve in a corporation? (
1Mark)
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Question 2
: Discuss the influence of globalization, social responsibility and environmental sustainability on strategic management of a corporation.(
2 Marks
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Question 3:
In what ways can a corporation’s structure and culture be internal strengths or weaknesses? Justify your answer by examples from real market. (
1Mark)
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Question 4:
When does a corporation need a board of directors? Justify your answer by an example from Saudi market.
(1 Mark)
Notes:
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Your answers
(for the
4
questions)
MUST include at least
three scholarly peer-reviewed references
,
using a proper referencing style (APA).
Keep in mind that these scholarly references
can be found
in the
Saudi Digital Library (SDL).
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Make sure to support your statements with logic and argument, citing all sources referenced.
Your answers should not include m
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● What are some of the reasons that a MNE would choose internationa.docxanhlodge
● What are some of the reasons that a MNE would choose international expansion through an acquisition? An IJV? An alliance?
● What are the variables that would influence the decision?
● Which choice do you believe is best for the likely benefit of the firm? (Cite and reference).
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▶︎ Prompt 1:
Think about whether you identify with either Blue or Red or "Left vs. Right" characteristics of conservative or liberal, left or right America. Do you see yourself, or the people in the place you grew up, on either side of the divide, or perhaps in a different political category? Share some ways in which you identify with some of the descriptions, or ways in which they seem foreign to you.
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⁞ Instructions
Choose only
ONE
of the following options below and, in your post, write a paraphrase that avoids plagiarism of the paragraph you have chosen. Your paraphrase can be as long as the excerpt you have chosen, but should not duplicate any phrasing from the excerpt. If you must, you can quote up to three words in a phrase.
Choose to paraphrase ONE of the excerpts below:
Option 1
Morrison began writing Sula in 1969, a time of great activism among African Americans and others who were working toward equal civil rights and opportunities. The book addresses issues of racism, bigotry, and suppression of African Americans; it depicts the despair people feel when they can't get decent jobs, and the determination of some to survive. Eva, for example, cuts off her leg in order to get money to raise her family. Morrison shows how, faced with racist situations, some people had to grovel to whites simply to get by, as Helene does on a train heading through the South. Others, however, fought back, as Sula does when she threatens some white boys who are harassing her and Nel.
or
Option 2
In 1993, Morrison was awarded the Nobel Prize for literature, and thus became the first African American and only the eighth woman ever to win the award. According to Maureen O'Brien in Publishers Weekly, Morrison said, "What is most wonderful for me personally is to know that the Prize has at last been awarded to an African American. I thank God that my mother is alive to see this day." In 1996, she received the National Book Foundation Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters.
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⁞ Instructions
Choose only
ONE
of the following options below and, in your post, write a paraphrase that avoids plagiarism of the paragraph you have chosen. Your paraphrase can be as long as the excerpt you have chosen, but should not duplicate any phrasing from the excerpt. If you must, you can quote up to three words in a phrase.
When you are done posting your paraphrase, reply to at least one classmate’s paraphrase, commenting on what s/he has done well and what s/he can improve with the wording. Your response should be written in no fewer than 75 words.
Choose to paraphrase ONE of the excerpts below:
Option 1
Morrison began writing Sula in 1969, a time of great activism among African Americans and others who were working toward equal civil rights and opportunities. The book addresses issues of racism, bigotry, and suppression of African Americans; it depicts the despair people feel when they can't get decent jobs, and the determination of some to survive. Eva, for example, cuts off her leg in order to get money to raise her family. Morrison shows how, faced with racist situations, some people had to grovel to whites simply to get by, as Helene does on a train heading through the South. Others, however, fought back, as Sula does when she threatens some white boys who are harassing her and Nel.
or
Option 2
In 1993, Morrison was awarded the Nobel Prize for literature, and thus became the first African American and only the eighth woman ever to win the award. According to Maureen O'Brien in Publishers Weekly, Morrison said, "What is most wonderful for me personally is to know that the Prize has at last been awarded to an African American. I thank God that my mother is alive to see this day." In 1996, she received the National Book Foundation Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters.
Your discussion post will be graded according to the following criteria:
- Clear paraphrase the selected text in your own words with minimal use of quotations
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⁞ InstructionsAfter reading The Metamorphosis by Frank .docxanhlodge
⁞ Instructions
After reading
The Metamorphosis
by Frank Kafka , choose
one
of the following assertions and write a 200-word response supporting why you agree or disagree with it.
Gregor’s transformation highlights his isolation and alienation before his metamorphosis.
Or
Despite having become an insect, Gregor is more humane and sensitive than his family.
Or
If Gregor had been a stronger person, he would have been able to avoid all of the suffering and alienation he endures.
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⁞ InstructionsAfter reading all of Chapter 5, please se.docxanhlodge
⁞ Instructions:
After reading all of
Chapter 5
, please select
ONE
of the following
primary source readings
:
“Utilitarianism” by John Stuart Mill
(starting on page 111)
-or-
“A Theory of Justice” by John Rawls
(starting on page 115)
-or-
“The Entitlement Theory of Justice” by Robert Nozick
(starting on page 122)
Write a short, objective summary of
250-500 words
which summarizes the main ideas being put forward by the author in this selection. Your summary should include no direct quotations from any author. Instead, summarize in your own words, and include a citation to the original. Format your Reading Summary assignment according to either MLA or APA formatting standards, and attach as either a .doc, .docx, or .rtf filetype. Other filetypes, or assignments that are merely copy/pasted into the box will be returned ungraded.
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⁞ InstructionsAfter reading all of Chapter 2, please select.docxanhlodge
⁞ Instructions:
After reading all of
Chapter 2
, please select
ONE
of the following
primary source readings
:
“Anthropology and the Abnormal” by Ruth Benedict
(starting on page 33)
-or-
“Trying Out One’s New Sword” by Mary Midgley
(starting on page 35)
Write a short, objective summary of
250
which summarizes the main ideas being put forward by the author in this selection.
Write a short summary that identifies the thesis and outlines the main argument.
Reading summaries are not about your opinion or perspective – they are expository essays that explain the content of the reading.
All reading summaries must include substantive content based on the students reading of the material.
Reading Material: Doing Ethics
ORIGINIAL WORK. NO PLAGIARISM
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⁞ Instructions:
After reading all of
Chapter 9
, please select the following
primary source reading
:
“A Defense of Abortion” by Judith Jarvis Thomson
(starting on page 237)
Write a short, objective summary of
250-500 words
which summarizes the main ideas being put forward by the author in this selection. Your summary should include no direct quotations from any author. Instead, summarize in your own words, and include a citation to the original. Format your Reading Summary assignment according to either MLA or APA formatting standards, and attach as either a .doc, .docx, or .rtf filetype. Other filetypes, or assignments that are merely copy/pasted into the box will be returned ungraded.
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…Multiple intelligences describe an individual’s strengths or capac.docxanhlodge
“…Multiple intelligences describe an individual’s strengths or capacities; learning styles describe an individual’s traits that relate to where and how one best learns” (textbook quote, [H2] Learning Styles].
This week you’ve read about the importance of getting to know your students in order to create relevant and engaging lesson plans that cater to multiple intelligences and are multimodal.
Assignment Instructions:
A. Using
SurveyMonkey
, create a survey that has:
At least five questions based on Gardner’s theory
Five questions on individual learning style inventory
A specific targeted student population grade level (elementary/ middle/ high school/adults)
Include the survey link for your peers
B. Post a minimum 150 word introduction to your survey, using at least one research-based article (cited in APA format) explaining how it will:
Evaluate students’ readiness
Assist in the creation of differentiated lesson plans.
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••• JONATHAN LETHEM CRITICS OFTEN USE the word prolifi.docxanhlodge
- Jonathan Lethem is known for publishing many novels, stories, essays and other works across different genres. He is described as a "protean" or shape-shifting writer.
- Lethem believes creativity comes from influence and interaction with other works, not isolated originality. He celebrates the "ecstasy of influence" where culture is built upon what came before through borrowing and remixing.
- Many artists, including musicians, visual artists and writers, engage in practices that borrow and reuse elements from other works but these practices are seen as essential to creativity rather than plagiarism. Appropriation and remixing are at the core of cultural production.
•••••iA National Profile ofthe Real Estate Industry and.docxanhlodge
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A National Profile of
the Real Estate Industry and
the Appraisal Profession
by J. Reid Cummings and Donald R. Epley, PhD, MAI, SRA
FEATURES
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he real estate industry has been devastated on many fronts' in the years
following the Great Recession, whieh began in 2007^ due to the bursting of the
housing bubble and the subsequent finaneial crisis relating to the mortgage
market meltdown.' The implosion of the mortgage markets initially began when
two Bear Stearns mortgage-backed securities hedge funds, holding nearly $10
billion in assets, disintegrated into nothing.* Panie quickly spread to financial
institutions that could not hide the extent of their toxic, subprime exposures, and
a massive, worldwide credit squeeze ensued; outright fear soon replaced panic.
Subsequent eredit tightening and substantial illiquidity in the financial markets
rapidly and severely affected the housing and construction markets.' Throughout
the United States, properties of all kinds saw dramatic value declines.
In thousands of cases, real estate foreclosures disrupted people's lives,
forced businesses to close, eaused financial institutions to falter, capsized wbole
market segments, devastated entire industries, and squeezed municipal and state
government budgets dependent upon use and property tax revenues.* While the
effeets of property value declines and the waves of foreclosures in markets across
the country captured most of the headlines, one significant impact of the upheaval
in US real estate markets has gone largely unreported: its impact on employment
in the real estate industry, and specifically, the real estate appraisal profession.
This article presents a
current employment
profile of the US real
estate industry, with
special attention given
to appraisal profes-
sionals. It serves as an
informative picture of
the appraisal profession
for use as a benchmark
for future assessment
of growth. As a
component of the real
estate industry, the
appraisal profession
ranks as the smallest
in employment, is
highly correlated to
movements in empioy-
ment of brokers and
agents, and relies on
commerciai banking,
credit, and real estate
lessors and managers
to deliver its products.
1. James R. DeLisle, "At the Crossroads of Expansion and Recession," TheAppraisalJournal 75, no. 4 (Fall 2007):
314-322; James R. DeLisle, "The Perfect Storm Rippiing Over to Reai Estate," The Appraisal Journal 76, no,
3 (Summer 2008): 200-210.
2. Randaii W. Eberts, "When Wiii US Empioyment Recover from tiie Great Recession?" International Labor Brief
9, no. 2 (2011): 4-12 (W. E. Upjohn Institute for Employment Research): Chad R. Wilkerson, "Recession and
Recovery Across the Nation: Lessons from History," Economic Review 94, no. 2 (2009): 5-24.
3. Kataiina M. Bianco, The Subprime Lending Crisis: Causes and Effects of the Mortgage Meltdown (New York:
CCH, inc., 2008): Lawrence H. White, "Fédérai Reserve Policy and the Housing Bubbie," in Lessons Fro.
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“Let us consider […] a pair of cases which I shall call Rescue I and Rescue II. In the first Rescue story we are hurrying in our jeep to save some people – let there be five of them – who are imminently threatened by the ocean tide. We have not a moment to spare, so when we hear of a single person who also needs rescuing from some other disaster we say regretfully that we cannot rescue him, but must leave him to die. To most of us, this seems clear […]. This is Rescue I and with it I contrast Rescue II. In this second story we are again hurrying to the place where the tide is coming in in order to rescue the party of people, but this time it is relevant that the road is narrow and rocky. In this version, the lone individual is trapped (do not ask me how) on the path. If we are to rescue the five we would have to drive over him. But can we do so? If we stop he will be all right eventually: he is in no danger unless from us. But of course, all five of the others will be drowned. As in the first story, our choice is between a course of action that will leave one man dead and five alive at the end of the day and a course of action which will have the opposite result. (Philippa Foot, “Killing and Letting Die,” from Abortion and Legal Perspectives, eds. Garfield and Hennessey, 2004, University of Massachusetts Press)
1. What would Mill tell the rescuer to do, in Rescue I and Rescue II, according to his theory of utilitarianism? Be clear in explaining Mill’s recommendation, and how he would justify it. In doing so, you must include a discussion of the following:
o The Principle of Utility and how it would specifically apply in this situation—who gets “counted” and how?
2. What would Kant tell the rescuer to do, in Rescue I and Rescue II, according to his deontological theory? Be clear in explaining Kant’s recommendation and how he would justify it. In doing so, you must include a discussion of the following:
o The first version of the Categorical Imperative and how it would specifically apply in these two situations (hint, you have to say what the maxim would be and what duty would be generated according to it).
o The second version of the Categorical Imperative and how it would specifically apply in this situation.
3. Explain one criticism of both Mill and Kant. Afterward, argue for which ethical approach, on your view is superior. Be specific and provide reasons for your claim.
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• Enhanced eText—Keeps students engaged in learning on th.docxanhlodge
• Enhanced eText—Keeps students engaged in learning on their own time,
while helping them achieve greater conceptual understanding of course
material. The worked examples bring learning to life, and algorithmic practice
allows students to apply the very concepts they are reading about. Combining
resources that illuminate content with accessible self-assessment, MyLab
with Enhanced eText provides students with a complete digital learning
experience—all in one place.
• MediaShare for Business—Consisting of a curated collection of business
videos tagged to learning outcomes and customizable, auto-scored
assignments, MediaShare for Business helps students understand why they
are learning key concepts and how they will apply those in their careers.
Instructors can also assign favorite YouTube clips or original content and
employ MediaShare’s powerful repository of tools to maximize student
accountability and interactive learning, and provide contextualized feedback
for students and teams who upload presentations, media, or business plans.
• Writing Space—Better writers make great
learners who perform better in their courses.
Designed to help you develop and assess concept
mastery and critical thinking, the Writing Space
offers a single place to create, track, and grade
writing assignments, provide resources, and
exchange meaningful, personalized feedback with
students, quickly and easily. Thanks to auto-graded, assisted-graded, and create-your-own assignments, you
decide your level of involvement in evaluating students’ work. The auto-graded option allows you to assign
writing in large classes without having to grade essays by hand. And because of integration with Turnitin®,
Writing Space can check students’ work for improper citation or plagiarism.
• Branching, Decision-Making Simulations—Put your students in the
role of manager as they make a series of decisions based on a realistic
business challenge. The simulations change and branch based on their
decisions, creating various scenario paths. At the end of each simulation,
students receive a grade and a detailed report of the choices they made
with the associated consequences included.
Engage, Assess, Apply
• Learning Catalytics™—Is an interactive, student response tool that
uses students’ smartphones, tablets, or laptops to engage them in
more sophisticated tasks and thinking. Now included with MyLab
with eText, Learning Catalytics enables you to generate classroom
discussion, guide your lecture, and promote peer-to-peer learning
with real-time analytics.
• LMS Integration—You can now link from Blackboard Learn, Brightspace
by D2L, Canvas, or Moodle to MyManagementLab. Access assignments,
rosters, and resources, and synchronize grades with your LMS gradebook.
For students, single sign-on provides access to all the personalized
learning resources that make studying more efficient and effective.
• Reporting Dashboard—View, analyze, and re.
• Here’s the approach you can take for this paperTitle.docxanhlodge
This document outlines the structure for a 15-20 page paper on risk management for an organization. It should include an introduction providing background on the selected organization, descriptions of 3 risks with their impacts and recommendations for managing each risk, a conclusion, and references. The paper needs a title page and should follow APA style formatting.
•Your team will select a big data analytics project that is intr.docxanhlodge
•Your team will select a big data analytics project that is introduced to an organization of your choice … please address the following items:
•Provide a background of the company chosen.
•Determine the problems or opportunities that that this project will solve. What is the value of the project?
•Describe the impact of the problem. In other words, is the organization suffering financial losses? Are there opportunities that are not exploited?
•Provide a clear description regarding the metrics your team will use to measure performance. Please include a discussion pertaining to the key performance indicators (KPIs).
•Recommend a big data tool that will help you solve your problem or exploit the opportunity, such as Hadoop, Cloudera, MongoDB, or Hive.
•Evaluate the data requirements. Here are questions to consider: What type of data is needed? Where can you find the data? How can the data be collected? How can you verify the integrity of the data?
•Discuss the gaps that you will need to bridge. Will you need help from vendors to do this work? Is it necessary to secure the services of other subject matter experts (SMEs)?
•What type of project management approach will you use this initiative? Agile? Waterfall? Hybrid? Please provide a justification for the selected approach.
•Provide a summary and conclusion.
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A workshop hosted by the South African Journal of Science aimed at postgraduate students and early career researchers with little or no experience in writing and publishing journal articles.
Reimagining Your Library Space: How to Increase the Vibes in Your Library No ...Diana Rendina
Librarians are leading the way in creating future-ready citizens – now we need to update our spaces to match. In this session, attendees will get inspiration for transforming their library spaces. You’ll learn how to survey students and patrons, create a focus group, and use design thinking to brainstorm ideas for your space. We’ll discuss budget friendly ways to change your space as well as how to find funding. No matter where you’re at, you’ll find ideas for reimagining your space in this session.
it describes the bony anatomy including the femoral head , acetabulum, labrum . also discusses the capsule , ligaments . muscle that act on the hip joint and the range of motion are outlined. factors affecting hip joint stability and weight transmission through the joint are summarized.
How to Manage Your Lost Opportunities in Odoo 17 CRMCeline George
Odoo 17 CRM allows us to track why we lose sales opportunities with "Lost Reasons." This helps analyze our sales process and identify areas for improvement. Here's how to configure lost reasons in Odoo 17 CRM
Strategies for Effective Upskilling is a presentation by Chinwendu Peace in a Your Skill Boost Masterclass organisation by the Excellence Foundation for South Sudan on 08th and 09th June 2024 from 1 PM to 3 PM on each day.
A review of the growth of the Israel Genealogy Research Association Database Collection for the last 12 months. Our collection is now passed the 3 million mark and still growing. See which archives have contributed the most. See the different types of records we have, and which years have had records added. You can also see what we have for the future.
Chapter wise All Notes of First year Basic Civil Engineering.pptxDenish Jangid
Chapter wise All Notes of First year Basic Civil Engineering
Syllabus
Chapter-1
Introduction to objective, scope and outcome the subject
Chapter 2
Introduction: Scope and Specialization of Civil Engineering, Role of civil Engineer in Society, Impact of infrastructural development on economy of country.
Chapter 3
Surveying: Object Principles & Types of Surveying; Site Plans, Plans & Maps; Scales & Unit of different Measurements.
Linear Measurements: Instruments used. Linear Measurement by Tape, Ranging out Survey Lines and overcoming Obstructions; Measurements on sloping ground; Tape corrections, conventional symbols. Angular Measurements: Instruments used; Introduction to Compass Surveying, Bearings and Longitude & Latitude of a Line, Introduction to total station.
Levelling: Instrument used Object of levelling, Methods of levelling in brief, and Contour maps.
Chapter 4
Buildings: Selection of site for Buildings, Layout of Building Plan, Types of buildings, Plinth area, carpet area, floor space index, Introduction to building byelaws, concept of sun light & ventilation. Components of Buildings & their functions, Basic concept of R.C.C., Introduction to types of foundation
Chapter 5
Transportation: Introduction to Transportation Engineering; Traffic and Road Safety: Types and Characteristics of Various Modes of Transportation; Various Road Traffic Signs, Causes of Accidents and Road Safety Measures.
Chapter 6
Environmental Engineering: Environmental Pollution, Environmental Acts and Regulations, Functional Concepts of Ecology, Basics of Species, Biodiversity, Ecosystem, Hydrological Cycle; Chemical Cycles: Carbon, Nitrogen & Phosphorus; Energy Flow in Ecosystems.
Water Pollution: Water Quality standards, Introduction to Treatment & Disposal of Waste Water. Reuse and Saving of Water, Rain Water Harvesting. Solid Waste Management: Classification of Solid Waste, Collection, Transportation and Disposal of Solid. Recycling of Solid Waste: Energy Recovery, Sanitary Landfill, On-Site Sanitation. Air & Noise Pollution: Primary and Secondary air pollutants, Harmful effects of Air Pollution, Control of Air Pollution. . Noise Pollution Harmful Effects of noise pollution, control of noise pollution, Global warming & Climate Change, Ozone depletion, Greenhouse effect
Text Books:
1. Palancharmy, Basic Civil Engineering, McGraw Hill publishers.
2. Satheesh Gopi, Basic Civil Engineering, Pearson Publishers.
3. Ketki Rangwala Dalal, Essentials of Civil Engineering, Charotar Publishing House.
4. BCP, Surveying volume 1
This presentation was provided by Steph Pollock of The American Psychological Association’s Journals Program, and Damita Snow, of The American Society of Civil Engineers (ASCE), for the initial session of NISO's 2024 Training Series "DEIA in the Scholarly Landscape." Session One: 'Setting Expectations: a DEIA Primer,' was held June 6, 2024.
San Manuel, Bueno MartirMiguel de Unamuno (1864-1936) was a Sp.docx
1. San Manuel, Bueno Martir
Miguel de Unamuno (1864-1936) was a Spanish philosopher and
novelist. His philosophical masterpiece is “The Tragic Sense of
Life” (1912), an essay which combined the philosophy of
Existentialism with his Catholic faith.
“San Manuel, Bueno Martir”reaches the same conclusion about
reason and faith found in that famous essay: Reason tells us that
there is no life after death, but faith tells us that we cannot live
without belief in life after death. Thus, life must be lived in this
conflict between reason and fatih. Belief in God must be an act
of hope.
Now that the bishop of the diocese of Renata, to which my
village of Valverde de Lucerna belongs, is going about, so they
say, beginning the process for the beatification of our Don
Manuel, or rather, Saint Manuel the Good, who used to be our
parish priest, I want to leave written here, by way of confession,
(and only God knows and not I what fate it may have),
everything that I know and remember about that motherly male
who filled the most intimate part of my life and soul, who was
my true spiritual father, the father of my soul, of myself,
Angela Carballino.
The other one, my flesh and temporal father, I scarcely knew,
since he died when I was very young. I know that he had arrived
in our Valverde de Lucerna as a stranger, that he settled here
upon marrying my mother. He brought with him some few
books, the Quixote, works of classical theater, some historical
novels, histories, the Bertoldo, all mixed up, and as a
daydreaming child I devoured those books, almost the only ones
in the whole village. My good mother scarcely told me any facts
or sayings of my father. Those of Don Manuel, whom like the
whole village she adored, with whom she was in love- of course
2. most chastely- had wiped out the very memory of those of her
husband. Each day, on praying the rosary, she fervently
commended him to God.
I remember our Don Manuel as if it were yesterday, when I was
a child of ten, before they took me off to the religious school in
the cathedral city of Renada . Our priest was probably about
thirty seven years old then. He was tall, thin, erect, and carried
his head like our Buitre Peak carries its crest, and there was in
his eyes the blueish depth of our lake. He attracted the glance of
everybody, and after that, their hearts, and he, upon looking at
us, seemed to look straight through our flesh like glass, to look
at our hearts. We all loved him, but especially the children.
What things he told us! They were things, not words. The town
began to reek of holiness; one felt full and drunk with its
aroma.
It was then that my brother Lazaro, who was in America from
where he regularly sent us money so that we might live in
seemly comfort, made my mother send me to the religious
school, so that I might complete my education outside of the
village. And this, even though he didn’t think much of nuns.
“But since there”, he wrote us, “there are no progressive lay
schools as far as I know, and even fewer for girls, one must
make do with what there is. The important thing is that Angelita
be polished and not continue among the crude village girls.”
And I entered the school intending at first to become a teacher
in it, but then I got tired of pedagogy.
At school I met girls from the city, and became friends with
some of them. But I kept in touch with the things and the people
in our village, from which I received frequent news, and now
and again a visit. And the fame of our parish priest reached
even as far as the school, and he began to be talked about in the
cathedral city. The nuns questioned me unceasingly about him.
From the time I was very young on, I don’t know exactly how, I
3. fed on curiosities, worries, and anxieties, caused at least in part
because of that jumble of books belonging to my father, and
all of it increased in school, in my dealings especially with a
friend who became extremely fond of me, and who sometimes
proposed that we should enter the same convent together,
swearing eternal sisterhood and even signing the vow in our
blood. Other times she spoke to me with her eyes half closed of
boyfriends, of matrimonial adventures. Actually, I have not
heard from her again nor do I know her fate. And when we
talked of Don Manuel, or when my mother told me something
about him in her letters, (and he was in nearly all of them) that I
used to read to my friend, she used to exclaim as if in ecstasy,
“How lucky you are my friend, being able to live near a saint
like that, a real live saint, of flesh and bone, and be able to kiss
his hand! When you return to your town, write lots to me, lots
and lots, tell me all about him!”
I spent some five years in the school, that now seems lost as if
in a morning dream in the far off mist of memory, and at fifteen
I returned to my Valverde de Lucerna. Now it was all Don
Manuel, Don Manuel with the lake and the mountain. I arrived
anxious to meet him, to put myself under his protection, so that
he might set out for me my life’s direction.
It was said that he had entered Seminary to become a priest with
the goal of taking care of the children of one of his sisters,
recently widowed, to serve as their father; that in seminary he
had distinguished himself by his mental acuity, and his talent,
and that he had rejected offers of a brilliant ecclesiastical career
because he only wanted to stay in Valverde de Lucerna, a
village stuck like a broach between the lake and the mountain
that was reflected in it.
And how he loved his people! His life was fixing broken
marriages, reconciling wild sons to their fathers, or reconciling
fathers to their sons, and especially consoling the bitter and
4. bored, and to help all die a good Christian death.
I remember among other things, that when the disgraced
daughter of tía Rabona returned from the city, (the daughter
who had ruined herself and returned single, hopeless, bringing a
little son with her), Don Manuel never stopped until he had her
old boyfriend Perote marry her, and recognize as his own the
little child, telling him:
“Look, give this poor little one a father, for he only has the one
in heaven...”
“But Don Manuel, I’m not the guilty one!”
“Who knows, my son, who knows....! and especially because its
not a question of guilt.”
And now poor Perote, an invalid and paralyzed, has as his staff
and comfort in life that son, the one who, having caught the
holiness of Don Manuel, he recognized as his son, even though
he was not.
On St. John’s night, the shortest night of the year, there is
accustomed to come to our lake all the poor old ladies and not a
few little old men who are considered possessed of the devil,
and who seem really only to be hysterics, and sometimes
epileptics, and Don Manuel undertook the task of trying to
alleviate them and if possible cure them. And his presence was
such that his looks, and especially the extremely sweet authority
of his words, and above all his voice- how miraculous was his
voice- that he succeeded in getting surprising cures. So his fame
increased, which attracted to our lake and to him all the sick
people in the district. And once a mother arrived asking him to
do a miracle for her son, and he answered her smiling sadly;
“I do not have permission from our lord bishop to perform
miracles.”
5. He was especially careful that every one should be clean. If
someone wore a torn outfit, he would say to them, “Go see the
sacristan, so he can mend that.” The sacristan was a tailor. And
when they would go to congratulate him on New Years day,
since it was his saint’s day, (his patron saint was Jesus Our
Lord), Don Manuel wanted everyone to come dressed in a new
shirt, and if someone did not have one, he himself gave them a
present of one.
He showed the same affection for everyone, and if he paid more
attention to some, it was to the most unfortunate, and to those
that seemed most rebellious. And as there was in the town a
poor boy retarded since birth, Blasillo the fool, he was most
affectionate to him and even succeeded in teaching him things
that seemed a miracle that he had been able to learn them. And
the little ember of intelligence that still remained in the retarded
boy was lit when he imitated like a poor monkey Don Manuel.
His marvelous feature was his voice, a divine voice that made
one weep. When on officiating at a high or solemn mass, he
intoned the preface, the church trembled and all who heard him
were moved to their very core. His chant, going out from the
church went to sleep on the lake and at the foot of the mountain.
And when in the sermon on Good Friday, he cried out that “My
God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” a deep tremble went
through the town as over the waters of the lake on the days of
the north wind. And it was as if they heard Our Lord Jesus
Christ himself, as if the voice broke from that old crucifix at
whose feet so many generations of mothers had left their
anxieties. So that once, when his mother heard him, Don
Manuel’s, she could not hold back and from the part of the
church in which she was seated, she cried “My Son!” And there
was a shower of tears from everyone. It was as if they believed
that the maternal cry had broken forth out of the half open
mouth of that statue of the Sorrowing Virgin - her heart
6. traversed by seven swords- that was in one of the chapels of the
church. Then Blasillo, the fool, went around repeating in a
pathetic tone, through the byways and like an echo, the “My
God , my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” and in such a way
that on hearing him everyone broke out in tears of pleasure at
the imitative triumph of the poor foolish boy.
His dealing with the people was such that no one dared to lie in
front of him, and everyone, without having to go to the
confessional, confessed to him. It reached such a point that
when once a repugnant crime was committed in a nearby town,
the judge, an insensitive man who did not know Don Manuel
well, called him and said to him:
“Lets see if you, Don Manuel, can make this bandit tell the
truth.”
“So that you can punish him?” replied the holy man. “No, sir
judge, no, I don’t get the truth from anyone that might perhaps
lead to his death. There between God and him...Human justice
does not concern me. Judge not lest you be judged., Our Lord
said.”
“But its just that I, sir priest...”
“Understood; render, sir judge, unto Caesar that which is
Caesar’s and I will give unto God that which is God’s.”
And upon leaving he looked piercingly at the presumed criminal
and said to him;
“Be careful that God has pardoned you, for that is the only thing
that matters.”
In the town everyone went to mass, even if they only went to
hear and see him at the altar where he seemed to be
7. transfigured, his face lighting up. There was a holy practice that
he introduced into the popular rite, and that was, gathering in
the church the whole town, men and women, old and young,
some thousand people, we used to recite in unison, with one
single voice, the Creed: I believe in God the Father Almighty,
Creator of heaven and Earth, and what follows. And it was not
a chorus but a single voice, a voice simple and united, all
founded on one and acting like a mountain whose crest, lost
sometimes in the clouds, was Don Manuel. And upon arriving at
the part -I believe in the resurrection of the body and the life
everlasting-, the voice of Don Manuel plunged as into a lake,
into that of the whole town, and it was there that he grew quiet.
And I heard the bells of the village that they say is submerged
in the lake bed here, bells that they say are also heard on the
eve of St. John’s day and they were those of the submerged
village in the spiritual lake of our town. I heard the voice of our
dead who were resurrected in us in the communion of saints.
Afterwards, upon learning the secret of our saint, I understood
that it was as if a caravan going through the dessert after the
leader had died, upon approaching the end of their course, took
him on their shoulders in order to put his lifeless body in the
promised land.
Most did not want to die unless holding onto his hand as if to an
anchor.
Never in his sermons did he set himself to preach against the
unrighteous,- masons, liberals or heretics. Why, if there were
none in the village? Nor even against the wicked press. Instead,
one of his most frequent themes in his sermons was against
gossip or slander. Because he forgave everyone and everything.
He did not want to believe in the bad intentions of anyone.
“Envy,” he liked to repeat, “is maintained by those who believe
themselves envied, and most persecutions are in fact the result
of a persecuting mania rather than a persecutor.”
8. “But look, Don Manuel, what I meant to say...”
And he “We ought not to worry so much about what one means
to say as to what one may say without meaning to....”
His life was active and not contemplative, fleeing as much as he
could from not having anything to do. When he heard that
Idleness is the mother of all vices, he answered “and the worst
of all is to think idly.” And as I asked him once what he meant
by that, he answered me “To think idly is to think in order not
to do anything or to think too much about what one has done
instead of what one has yet to do. What’s done is done. And
another thing, there is nothing worse than remorse over what
cannot be remedied. To act, to act.” I understood well from then
on, that Don Manuel fled from idle thinking and when alone,
from some thought that persecuted him.
So it was that he was always busy, and not a few times in
inventing occupations. He wrote very little for himself so that
he did not leave us writings or notes, rather, on the other hand,
he made himself a memoir writer for others, and for mothers
especially he wrote letters to their absent children.
He worked manually also, helping with his arms in certain
labors of the town. At threshing time he went to thresh and
winnow and while he taught them he entertained them. He
sometimes substituted at their job for someone sick. One day,
the cruelest in winter, he met a child, half dead with cold,
whose father had sent him to pick up a cow a long way off on
the mountain.
“Look”, he told the child, “go back home and warm yourself
and tell your father that I am going to take charge of it.”
And upon returning with the animal he met the father, all
9. confused who went out to meet him. In winter he chopped wood
for the poor. When that magnificent walnut tree dried up, a
matriarchal walnut tree he called it, in whose shade he had
played as a child, he took it to his house and afterwards he
made it into six boards that he kept at the foot of his bed.. He
made wood to warm the poor from the rest. He also used to
make balls for the boys to play with and not a few toys for the
children.
He used to accompany the doctor on his rounds, and reinforced
the prescriptions of the latter. He was especially interested in
pregnancies, in the raising of children and he thought it one of
the greatest blasphemies that of “From the cradle straight to
heaven” and the other one “little angels in heaven.” He was
profoundly moved by the death of children.
“A child who is born dead or that dies just after being born, and
a suicide,” he said once, “are for me the most terrible of
mysteries, a crucified child!”
And once, because of having taken his own life, the father of a
suicide, a stranger,
asked if he would bury him in sacred ground, he answered him;
“Certainly, for in the last moment, in the second of death, he
doubtless repented.”
He often went to school to help the teacher, to teach with him
and not only the catechism. He fled from idleness and solitude.
So that because of being with the people, and above all the
young people and the children, he used to go to dances. And
more than once he set himself to play the drum so that the boys
and girls could dance, and this, which in another would have
seemed a grotesque profanation of priesthood, in him took on
the sacred character as of a religious practice. When the
Angelus sounded, he dropped the drum and stick, took off his
10. hat and everyone with him prayed; “The Angel of the Lord
announced to Mary, Hail Mary....”And then
“And now, let’s rest for tomorrow.”
“The main thing,” he said, “is for the people to be happy, that
everyone be happy with their life. The happiness of life is the
main thing of all. No one should want to die until God wills it.”
“But I do” once a recent widow told him, “I want to follow my
husband.”
“And for what purpose?” he replied. “Stay here in order to
commend his soul to God.”
At a wedding once he said, “And if I could only change all the
water of our lake into wine, into a wine that no matter how
much you drank, you would grow happy without ever getting
drunk, or at least achieving a happy drunkenness.”
Once there passed through the town a band of poor puppeteers.
The leader of it, who arrived with a gravely ill and pregnant
wife, and with three children who helped him, played the clown.
While he was making the children and even the adults laugh in
the town square, she, feeling suddenly gravely indisposed, had
to retire and she withdrew escorted by a look of worry from the
clown, and a burst of laughter from the children. And escorted
by Don Manuel who then, in a corner of the inn in the square,
helped her to die a Christian death. And when the party was
over, and the townspeople and the clown learned the whole
tragedy, they all went to the inn and the poor man, saying with
tears in his voice; “They tell the truth dear priest that you are a
saint,” and approaching him tried to take his hand to kiss it, but
don Manuel anticipated him and taking the clown’s hand
pronounced before everyone;
11. “You are the saint, honorable clown; I saw you work and I
understood that not only do you do it to give your children
bread, but also to make others happy. And I tell you that your
wife, the mother of your children whom I have dispatched to
God while you worked and made people happy, rests in the Lord
and you will join her and the angels will pay you laughing, and
those whom you make laugh in the heaven of contentment.”
And every one, children and adults, wept, and wept as much
from grief as from a mysterious happiness in which grief was
drowned. And later, remembering that solemn time, I
understood that the imperturbable happiness of don Manuel was
the temporal and earthly form of an infinite sadness that with
heroic holiness he hid from the eyes and ears of others.
With that constant activity of his, and with that joining in the
work and play of everyone, he seemed to want to flee from
himself, to want to flee from his solitude. “I fear solitude” he
repeated. But even so, from time to time he went alone to the
banks of the lake to the ruins of that old abbey, where still seem
to repose the souls of the pious Cistercians whom history had
buried in oblivion. The cell of the one called Father Captain is
there, and on its walls it is said there are still marks from the
drops of blood with which he sprinkled them when whipping
himself. Whatever did our Don Manuel think about there? What
I do remember is that once, when talking about the abbey, I
asked him why it had not occurred to him to go into a cloister,
he answered me;
“
It is not especially because I have, as I do have, my widowed
sister and my nieces and nephews to look after, for God helps
his poor, but because I was not born to be a hermit, to be an
anchorite. The solitude would kill my soul, and as for a
monastery, my monastery is Valverde de Lucerna. I ought not to
live alone, I must not die alone. I must live for my people, die
for my people. How am I going to save my soul if I do not save
12. that of my people?”
“But there have been holy hermits, solitary people,” I told him.
“Yes, the Lord gave them the grace of solitude that has been
denied to me, and I have to be resigned to it. I cannot lose my
people in order to win my soul. So God has made me. I would
not be able to stand the temptations of the dessert. I would not
be able to bear alone the cross of birth.”
I have wanted with these memoirs, those on which my faith
lives, to portray our Don Manuel such as he was when I, a girl
of about 17 years old, returned from the
religious school of Renada to our monastery of Valverde de
Lucerna. I returned to put myself at the feet of this abbot.
“Hi, daughter of La Simona,”- he said to me when he saw me,
“and now turned into a young lady, and knowing French, and
how to embroider and play the piano and I don’t know what all.
Now ready to give us another family. And your brother, Lazaro,
when is he returning? He stays on in the New World does he?”
“Yes, sir, he stays in America .”
“The New World , and we in the Old. But fine, when you write
him tell him for me, for the priest, that I am wanting him to
return from the New World to this Old one, to bring news from
over there. And tell him he will find the lake and the mountain
like he left them.”
When I went to confess with him, my unease was so great that I
couldn’t say a word. I prayed the “I a sinner”, stammering,
almost sobbing. And he, who noticed it, said to me;
“But what is wrong little lamb? What or whom are you afraid
of? Because you do not tremble now under the weight of your
13. sins nor out of fear of God. No you tremble because of me, is
that not so?”
I began to cry.
“But what have they told you about me? What stories are these?
Maybe your mother? Come on now, come on, calm down, and
know that you are talking with your brother.”
I took heart, and began to confide in him my anxieties, my
doubts, my sadness.
“Bah bah bah. And where have you read that little miss-know-
it-all. All that is just literature. Don’t spend too much time on
it, not even on Saint Teresa. And if you want to entertain
yourself, read the Bertoldo that your father read.”
I left that, my first confession with the holy man, profoundly
consoled. And that my first fear, that more than respect, fright,
with which I approached him, changed into a profound pity. I
was then a young woman, almost a girl, but I began to be a
woman. I felt in my very core the juice of maternity and on
finding myself in the confessional next to the holy man I felt
like I heard his quiet confession in the submissive murmur of
his voice, and I remembered how when he cried out in the
church the words of Jesus Christ. “My God, My God, why hast
thou forsaken me?” his mother, Don Manuel’s, replied from her
place; “My son!” and I heard that cry that broke the stillness of
the church. And I confessed again with him in order to console
him.
Once, when in the confessional, I explained one of my doubts to
him, he answered me, “As for that, you know your catechism.
Do not ask me for I am ignorant...the Holy Mother church has
learned men who would know how to reply.”
14. “But if the learned man here is you, Don Manuel?”
“Me? Me a learned man? Don’t even think it. I, my learned
little one, am nothing but a poor village priest. And those
questions. Do you know who sends them to you, who directs
them to you? Well, it is the devil.”
And then, growing brave, I spit it out to him:
“And if he directs them to you Don Manuel?”
“To whom? To me? The Devil? We do not know each other,
daughter, we do not know each other.”
“And if he did direct them to you?”
“I wouldn’t pay attention to him. And that’s enough eh? Lets
hurry for some truly sick people are waiting for me.”
I withdrew, thinking, I don’t know why, that our Don Manuel,
such a famous curer of devil-possessed people, did not believe
in the Devil. And on going home I ran across Blasillo the fool,
who by chance was going by the church, and on seeing me, in
order to entertain me with his abilities, he repeated, and how he
did it...that “My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me?” I
reached the house very grief stricken and shut myself up in my
room to cry until my mother came.
“It seems to me, Angelita, that with so many confessions, you
are going to become a nun on me.”
“Don't fear that, mother,” I answered her, “for I have plenty to
do here in the town which is my convent.”
“Until you marry.”
15. “I don’t intend to.” I answered her.
And another time that I met Don Manuel, I asked him looking
straight into his eyes:
“And is there a Hell, Don Manuel?”
And he, without flinching;
“For you, my daughter, no.”
“And for others, is there?”
“And what does it matter to you if you are not going to it?”
“It matters to me for the others. Is there?”
“Believe in heaven, in the heaven that we see. Look at it, and he
showed it to me on top of the mountain and below, reflected in
the lake.”
“But you must believe in Hell as in Heaven,” I answered him.
“You have to believe everything that the Holy Mother Roman
Catholic and Apostolic Church believes and teaches to believe.
And that’s enough.”
I read I don’t know what deep sadness in his eyes, blue as the
waters of the lake.
The years passed as in a dream. The image of Don Manuel kept
on growing in me without my realizing it, for he was such a
daily man, as daily as the daily bread we asked for in the Our
Father. I used to help him as much as I could in his duties; I
visited the sick, our sick, the girls at school, I fixed the robes in
the church, I became, as he called me, his deaconess. I went for
a few days as a guest to a school friend in the city, and had to
16. return, because I was drowning in the city, I needed something,
I felt thirsty for the sight of the waters of the lake, hungry for
the sight of the peaks of the mountain, I felt above all the lack
of my Don Manuel, and as if his absence called me, as if he was
in danger far from me, as if he needed me; I wanted to alleviate
for him the weight of his cross of birth.
So I was approaching my 24th year when my brother Lazaro
returned from the New World , bringing a small fortune he had
saved. He arrived here, in Valverde de Lucerna with the idea of
taking my mother and me to live in the city, perhaps Madrid.
“In the village,” he said, “one grows silly, one grows crude and
one grows poor.” And he added;
“Civilization is the contrary of ruralization, village foolishness
no! I didn’t have you go to school so you could rot here
afterwards, among these crude country bumpkins.”
I kept quiet, although ready to resist emigration, but our mother
who was more than sixty, opposed it from the first. “At my age
to change waters?” she said first. But then she gave him to
understand quite clearly that she could not live away from the
sight of her lake, of her mountain, and above all, of her Don
Manuel.
“You are like cats that stick to their hearth!” my brother
repeated.
When he realized the complete control our holy man exercised
over the whole town, and especially over us, my mother and me,
he grew irritated at him. He seemed to represent to him the dark
theocracy in which he believed Spain was sunk. And he began
to spout off without ceasing all the old anti-clerical and even
anti-religious commonplaces that he had brought renewed from
the New World .
17. In this Spain of weaklings, he used to say, the priests handle the
women and the women handle the men, and then the
countryside. The countryside. This feudal country...
For him feudal was a terrible word; feudal and medieval were
the two names he preached when he wanted to condemn
something.
The lack of effect that his diatribes had on us disconcerted him,
as well as the lack of effect they had on the town where they
listened to him with polite indifference. “There is no one who
can reach these rustics.” But because he was good, as well as
intelligent, he soon realized the sort of power that don Manuel
commanded over the town and he soon found out about the work
of the priest in the town.
“No he’s not like the others,” he said, “he is a saint!”
“But do you know what other priests are like?” I asked him.
“I can imagine.”
But he still never entered the church, nor did he stop making
evident everywhere his lack of belief, although always
excepting Don Manuel. And then there began to form in the
town, I don’t know how, a sort of expectation, like a duel
between my brother and Don Manuel, or rather the conversion
of the former by the latter. No one doubted that in the end, the
parish priest would bring him into his parish. Lazaro on the
other hand, was burning with desire (he told me later) to hear
Don Manuel, to see him and to hear him in the church, to
approach him and talk with him, to know the secret of his
spiritual dominion over souls. And he was asked about it so
much that finally, out of curiosity- he said- he went to hear him.
18. “Yes, this is something else,” he told me as soon as he heard
him. “He is not like the others, but he doesn’t fool me; he is too
intelligent to believe everything he has to teach.”
“But do you think he is a hypocrite?” I asked him.
“Hypocrite? No! But he has to live out the office he has.”
As for me, my brother was anxious for me to read the books that
he brought and others he encouraged me to buy.
“So your brother Lazaro,” said Don Manuel, “is anxious for you
to read. Well, read, my daughter, read and enjoy. I know you
will not read anything but good things, read even novels.
Histories that are called true are not any better. Its better for
you to read than to feed on the gossip and old wives’ tales in
the town. But read especially pious works that make you happy
to live, a pleasant and silent happiness.”
Did he have it?
Then our mother grew fatally ill and died, and in her last days,
her only desire was that Don Manuel should convert Lazaro
whom she expected to see again one day in heaven, in a corner
of the stars whence she might see the lake
and mountain of Valverde de Lucerna . She was leaving now to
see God.
“You are not leaving,” Don Manuel said to her, “you are
staying. Your body here at this hearth and your soul also here,
in this house, seeing and hearing your children, even if they
cannot see nor hear you.”
“But I, father, I am going to see God.”
“God, my child, is here as everywhere, and you will see him
19. from here. And all of us in Him and He in us.”
“May it so please God,” I said to him.
“The contentment in which your mother dies,” he told me, “will
be her eternal life.”
And turning to my brother Lazaro;
“Her heaven is to continue seeing you, and now is when you
must save her. Tell her that you will pray for her.”
“But,”
“But? Tell her that you will pray for her, the one to whom you
owe your life, and I know that once you promise you will pray,
and I know that as soon as you pray...”
My brother, his eyes full of tears, approaching our dying
mother, promised her solemnly to pray for her.
“And I in heaven for you, for you both,” replied my mother, and
kissing the crucifix and with her eyes turned to those of Don
Manuel she handed her soul over to God.
“Into thy hands I commend my spirit,” prayed the holy man.
My brother and I were left alone in the house. What happened at
the death of our mother put Lazaro in contact with Don Manuel
who seemed to somewhat neglect his other patients, his other
needy people, in order to attend to my brother. They went for
walks in the afternoons along the banks of the lake or towards
the ivy-clothed ruins of the old Cistercian abbey.
“He is a marvelous man,” Lazaro told me. “You know how they
say that in the bottom of the lake there is a submerged village,
and that on St. John’s Eve at midnight , you can hear the bells
20. of its church?”
“Yes,” I answered him, “a feudal and medieval village.”
“And I think,” he added, “that in the depths of the soul of our
Don Manuel there is also submerged, drowned, a village, and
that some times you hear its bells.”
“Yes,” I told him, “that submerged village in Don Manuel’s
soul...and why not in yours too? It is the cemetery of the souls
of our grandparents, those from our Valverde de Lucerna, feudal
and medieval!”
My brother ended up always going to mass to hear Don Manuel,
and when he said he would commune with the parish, that he
would commune when the others communed, there ran an
intimate rejoicing through the whole town that believed they
had brought him back. But it was such a clean rejoicing that
Lazaro did not feel either conquered or diminished.
And the day of his communion arrived, before the whole town
and with the whole town. When my brother’s turn came, I could
see that Don Manuel, as white as the snow on the mountain in
January, and trembling like the lake when the wind blew over it,
approached with the sacred host in his hand, and he was
trembling so much that when he brought it to Lazaro’s mouth,
he dropped the host as he was overtaken with dizziness. And it
was my brother himself who picked up the host and brought it
to his mouth. And the people, on seeing Don Manuel weep, wept
too saying, “How he loves him.” And then, because it was
dawn, a cock crowed.
On returning home and shutting myself in with my brother, I
threw my arms around his neck and kissing him said:
“Ay Lazaro, Lazaro, how happy you have made us all, all of us,
21. the whole town, everyone, the living and the dead, and
especially Mama, our mother. Did you see? Poor Don Manuel
wept with joy. What joy you have given us all!”
“That’s why I did it,”he answered me.
“That’s why? To make us happy? You must have done it for
yourself, through conversion.”
And then Lazaro, my brother, as pale and trembling as Don
Manuel when he gave him communion, made me sit down in the
very chair where our mother used to sit, took a deep breath, and
then, in an intimate, domestic and family confession told me:
“Look Angelita, the time has come to tell you the truth, the
whole truth, and I’m going to tell you, because I must tell you,
because I cannot and must not keep it quiet and because
besides, you would have guessed half of it, which is worse,
sooner or later.”
And then serenely and quietly, in a half whisper, he told me a
story that submerged me into a lake of sadness. How Don
Manuel had worked on him especially during those walks to the
ruins of the old Cistercian abbey, for him not to cause problems,
for him to give a good example, for him to conform himself to
the religious life of the people, for him to pretend to believe if
he didn’t believe, for him to hide his ideas in that respect, but
without even trying to teach him the catechism, to convert him
in a different way.
“But is that possible?” I exclaimed, confounded.
“And so possible my sister, and so possible.” And when I said
to him “But how can you a priest advise me to pretend?” he,
stammering “To pretend? To pretend, no. That is not pretending.
Take holy water someone said and you will end up believing.
22. And as I, looking into his eyes said to him, ‘And you
celebrating mass, have you ended up believing?’ he lowered his
gaze to the lake and his eyes filled with tears. And that is how I
got his secret from him.”
“Lazaro!” I groaned.
And at that moment, Blasillo the fool went by in the street
calling his “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” And
Lázaro shuddered, thinking he heard the voice of San Manuel,
or perhaps that of Our Lord Jesus Christ.
“Then,” continued my brother, “I understood his motives and
that is when I understood his sainthood; because he is a saint,
my sister, a complete saint. He didn’t try to win me for his holy
cause, because it is a cause, because it is a holy cause,
extremely holy, but he did it for peace, for happiness and for
the illusions if you want, of those who are entrusted to him; I
understood that if he deceived them thus, if this is deceit, it is
not to win anything for himself. I gave in to his speeches, and
here is my conversion. And I will never forget the day on which
I said to him, ‘But Don Manuel, the truth, the truth above all!’
he, trembling, whispered in my ear even though we were in the
middle of the countryside. “The truth? The truth Lazaro is
perhaps something terrible, something intolerable, something
mortal; the simple people could not live with it.” “And why did
you let me get a glimpse of it here and now, as if in a
confession?” And he “Because if not, it torments me so that I
would end up shouting it in the middle of the square, and never
that, never, never, never. I have to make the souls of my
parishioners live, to make them happy and to make them dream
themselves immortal, and not to kill them. What is needed here
is that they live in a healthy way in unanimity of feeling, and
with the truth, with my truth, they wouldn’t live. Let them live.
And this is what the church does. It lets them live. True
religion? All religions are true insofar as they make their people
23. that profess them live spiritually, insofar as they console them
for having been born to die, and for each people the truest
religion is theirs, the one that has made them. And mine? Mine
is to console myself by consoling others, although the
consolation I give them is not mine.” I will never forget these
words of his.
“But that communion of yours was a sacrilege!” I dared to
suggest, repenting immediately upon suggesting it.
“Sacrilege? and the one who gave it to me? And his masses?”
“What martyrdom!” I exclaimed.
“And now,” added my brother, “there is another one to console
the people.”
“To deceive them?” I said.
“To deceive them, no,” he answered, “but to corroborate them
in their faith.”
“And it, the town,” I said, “does it truly believe?”
“How do I know? It believes unwittingly, out of habit, out of
tradition. And what is necessary is not to wake them up. And let
them live in their poverty of sense so that they not acquire the
torture of luxury. Blessed are the poor in spirit.”
“That, my brother, you have learned from Don Manuel. And
now, tell me, have you fulfilled that promise that you made to
our mother when she was going to die on us, that one that you
would pray for her?”
“Who would not fulfill it! Who have you taken me for? my
sister. Do you think me capable of failing to keep my word, a
24. solemn promise, and a promise made at the bedside of a dying
mother?”
“What do I know! You could have deceived her so that she
could die content.”
“The fact is, if I didn’t fulfill the promise, I would live without
consolation.”
“Then?”
“I fulfilled the promise and I have not failed to pray for her one
single day.”
“Only for her?”
“Well, who else?”
“For yourself! And from now on for Don Manuel!”
We separated, each to his own room, I to weep all night long
and to ask for the conversion of my brother and of Don Manuel.
And he, Lázaro I don’t know very well, for what.
After that day, I trembled to find myself alone with Don
Manuel, whom I continued accompanying on his pious duties.
And he seemed to realize my inner state, and to guess its cause.
And when I finally approached him in the confessional, who
was the judge and who the criminal? The two of us, he and I
bowed our head in silence and began to weep. And it was he,
don Manuel who broke the tremendous silence to tell me with a
voice that seemed to come out of his bones,
“But you, Angelina, you believe as when you were ten, isn’t it
so? You believe.”
25. “Yes, I believe, Father.”
“Then keep on believing. And if doubts occur to you, keep them
quiet even from yourself. One must live.”
I dared, all trembling, to say;
“But you, father, do you believe?”
He hesitated a moment, and answering me said;
“I believe.”
“But in what, father, in what? Do you believe in the after life?
Do you believe that when we die we do not die to everything.
Do you believe that we will see each other again, to love each
other in the life to come? Do you believe in the after life?”
The poor saint was sobbing.
“Look, daughter, lets leave this alone.”
And now, on writing this memoir, I wonder. Why did he not
deceive me? Why did he not deceive me then as he deceived the
others? Why was he so afflicted? Because he couldn’t deceive
himself or because he couldn’t deceive me? And I want to
believe that he was afflicted because he could not deceive
himself in order to deceive me.
“And now,” he added, “pray for me, for your brother, for
yourself, for everyone. One must live, And one must give life.”
And after a pause
“And why do you not marry Angela?”
26. “You already know, my father, why.”
“But no, no. You have to marry. Between Lazaro and me, we
will find you a boyfriend. Because you need to get married to
cure yourself of these worries.”
“Worries Don Manuel?”
“I know what I’m saying. And don’t worry too much about the
rest, that each one has enough to have to answer for himself.”
“And you are the one, Don Manuel, to tell me that? That you are
the one who advises me to marry to answer for myself and not
worry about the others? You are the one?”
“You are right, Angelina, I no longer know what I am saying
now that I am confessing to you. But yes, yes, it is necessary to
live, one must live.”
And when I began to get up to leave the church he said to me,
“And now, Angelina, in the name of the people, do you absolve
me?”
I felt myself penetrated with a mysterious priesthood, and I said
to him, “In the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, I
absolve you father.”
And we left the church, and on leaving I felt my maternal core
tremble.
My brother, now completely dedicated to the service of Don
Manuel, was his most assiduous collaborator and friend.
Moreover, their common secret united them. He accompanied
him on his visits to the sick, to the schools, and he put his
money at the disposition of the holy man. And he did all but
learn to help him in the mass. And he continued to enter more
27. and more into the impenetrable soul of Don Manuel.
“What a man,” he told me. “Yesterday, strolling on the banks of
the lake, he told me, ‘Here is my greatest temptation.’ And as I
asked him with a look, he added, ‘My poor father who died at
nearly ninety, spent his life, as he confessed to me himself,
tortured by the temptation of suicide, that came to him he knew
not whence, from his race he used to say, defending himself
from it. And that defense was his life. Not to succumb to the
temptation he took great care to conserve his life. He told me of
terrible scenes. It seemed craziness to me. And I have inherited
it. And how that water calls me with its apparent quietude, the
current runs inside, a mirror to the sky. My life Lazaro is like a
continuous suicide, a combat against suicide that is the same,
but let them live, let our people live. And then he added, ‘Here
the river eddies into the lake for a while, going down to the
tableland, then hastening into falls, rapids and torrents through
the ravines and gorges next to the city, and so does life eddy,
here, in the village. But the temptation of suicide is greatest
here, next to the eddy that mirrors the stars at night, not next to
the falls, that make one frightened. See, Lazaro, I have helped
poor villagers in the last rites who were ignorant, illiterate, who
had scarcely left the village, and I have been able to know from
their lips, and when I didn’t guess it, the true cause of their
mortal illness, and I have seen there at the head of their death
bed, all the blackness of the abyss of the tedium of life. A
thousand times worse than hunger. Let us continue then, Lazaro,
committing suicide in our work and in our people, that they may
dream this life, like the lake dreams the sky.’”
“Another time,” my brother also told me, “when we were
returning here we saw a girl, a goatherd, erect on the tall peak
on the slope of the mountain, within sight of the lake, who was
singing in a voice fresher than the waters of the latter. Don
Manuel stopped me, and pointing her out to me, said: “Look, it
seems as if time had stopped, as if that girl had been there
always, as she is, and singing as she is, and as if she would
28. continue being thus, always, as she was when my conscience did
not begin, as she will be when I am no longer. That girl forms a
part, with the rocks, the clouds, the trees, the waters, of nature
and not of history.” How he feels, how Don Manuel gives life
to nature. I will never forget the day of the snow storm when he
said to me ‘Have you ever seen Lazaro, a greater mystery that
that of snow falling on the lake and dying in it, while it covers
the mountain with its mantle?’
Don Manuel had to restrain my brother in his zeal and in his
inexperience as a neophyte. And when he found out that the
latter was going around preaching against certain popular
superstitions, he had to tell him;
“Leave them alone. It is so difficult to make them understand
where orthodox belief ends and superstition begins. And even
more so for us. Leave them alone, as long as it consoles them.
It is better for them to believe it all, even contradictory things,
than not to believe in anything. That business of believing too
much ends up in not believing anything is a Protestant thing.
Lets not protest. Protest kills happiness.”
One night when there was a full moon, my brother also told me,
they were returning to the village along the bank of the lake
over whose surface a mountain breeze was making ripples, and
the rays of light from the full moon were shining on the ripples,
and Don Manuel said to Lazaro;
Look, the water is praying the litany and is saying now ianua
caeli, ora pro nobis,
“gate of heaven, pray for us.”
And there fell trembling from his eyelashes to the grass of the
ground, two fleeting tears, in which also, as in the dew, the
light of the full moon bathed.
29. And time passed and my brother and I observed that the strength
of Don Manuel was beginning to fail, and that he no longer
completely contained the bottomless sadness that consumed
him, that perhaps a treacherous illness was consuming his body
and soul. And Lazaro, perhaps to distract him more, proposed
that it might be well for them to found something in the church
like a catholic agrarian union.
“ Union ?” replied Don Manuel sadly, “ Union ? And what is
that? I do not know any union except the church and you
already know that business of ‘my kingdom is not of this
world’;. Our kingdom Lazaro, is not of this world.....”
“And of the other?”
Don Manuel lowered his head.
“The other one Lazaro is here also, because there are two
kingdoms in this world. Or rather the other world...come now, I
don’t know what I’m saying. As far as that business of a union,
it is a vestige in you of your progressive phase. No Lazaro, no,
religion is not to resolve economic or political conflicts in this
work that God handed over to man’s quarrels. Let men think and
work as they think and work, to console themselves for having
been born, to live as happily as they can in the illusion that all
this has an end. I have not come to subject the poor to the rich,
nor to preach to the latter that they should submit to the former.
Resignation and charity in everyone, for everyone. Because the
rich have to be resigned to their wealth, and to life, and also the
poor have to be charitable with the rich. Social questions?
Leave them alone, that does not concern us. Should they bring a
new society in which there are no longer rich nor poor, in which
wealth is justly distributed, on which everything belongs to
everybody, and then what? Don’t you think that from the
general well-being there will rise up even more strongly the
tedium of life? Yes, I know that one of those leaders of the so-
30. called social revolution said that religion is the opiate of the
people. Opiate,...opiate...opiate, yes. Let us give them opium,
that they may sleep and dream. I myself with this crazy activity
am administering opium to myself. And I don’t succeed in
sleeping well and even less in dreaming well. ...This terrible
nightmare! And I also can say with the Divine Master “My soul
is sad unto death”. No Lazaro, no nothing of unions on our part.
If they form them it will seem fine to me, because they will be
distracted. Let them play at unions if that makes them happy.”
The people all observed that don Manuel’s strength was fading
that he was growing tired. His very voice, that voice that was a
miracle, acquired a certain intimate tremble. Tears overwhelmed
him at any cause. And especially when he spoke of the other
world to the people, of the other life, so that he had to stop for a
while, closing his eyes. It’s just that he is seeing it, they said.
And in those moments it was Blasillo the fool who wept with
the most bitterness. Because now Blasillo wept more than he
laughed and even his laughter sounded like weeping.
When there arrived the last Holy week that Don Manuel
celebrated with us, in our world, in our village, the people all
foresaw the end of the tragedy. And how then rang out that “My
God, my God, why hast thou foresaken me?”, the last one that
Don Manuel sobbed in public. And when he said the words of
the Divine Master to the good thief- “All thieves are good,” our
Don Manuel used to say, - that “Tomorrow you will be with me
in paradise.” And the last general communion that our saint
distributed! When he came to give to my brother, this time with
a sure hand, after the liturgical in vitam aeternam, he bent over
to his ear and said to him “there is no eternal life but this one,
then let them dream it eternal...eternal for a few years”... And
when he gave it to me he said, “Pray my daughter, pray for us.”
And then something so extraordinary that I carry it in my heart
as the greatest mystery, and it was that he told me with a voice
that seemed from the other world, “and pray also for Our Lord
31. Jesus Christ.”
I got up without strength and as if sleepwalking. And everything
around me seemed a dream. And I thought, “I will have to pray
also for the lake and the mountain.” and then “Can I be
possessed of a devil?” And once at home I took the crucifix
which my mother held in her hands when she had entrusted her
soul to God, and looking through my tears and remembering the
“My God, my God why hast thou forsaken me?” of our two
Christs, the one on this earth and the one from this village, I
prayed: “Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven”, first, and
then “and lead us not into temptation, amen.” Then I turned to
that image of the Sorrowing Virgin with her heart traversed by
seven swords, that had been the most painful consolation of my
poor mother, and I prayed, “Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for
us sinners now and at the hour of our death, amen.” And
scarcely had I prayed when I asked myself: “Sinners? Us
sinners? And what is our sin, what?” And I went around
bothered all day by this question.
The next day I went to don Manuel who was acquiring a final
religious solemnity, and I said to him:
“Remember my father, when years ago, upon asking you a
question you answered me with ‘Do not ask me, for I am
ignorant. The Holy Mother Church has doctors who will know
how to answer you’?”
“Yes, I remember, and I remember that I told you that it was the
Devil who dictated those questions to you.”
“Well, fine, father, today I’m returning, the bedeviled one, to
direct another question to you that my guardian devil dictates to
me.”
“Ask.”
32. “Yesterday, when you gave me communion, you asked me to
pray for us all, even for...”
“Fine, keep it quiet and continue.”
“I arrived home and began to pray and on reaching that ‘pray
for us sinners now and at the hour of our death,’ an intimate
voice said to me ‘Us sinners? And what is our sin?’ “What is
our sin father?”
“What?” he answered. “A great doctor of the Catholic Apostolic
Spanish church has already said it, the one who already said it,
the great doctor of Life is a Dream, already said that the
greatest sin of man is having been born. That, my daughter, is
our sin, that of having been born.”
“And does it get cured?”
“Go and pray again. Pray again for us sinners, now and at the
hour of our death. Yes, at the end, the dream is cured. ..at the
end life is cured...at the end, the cross of our birth ends....and
as Calderon said, doing well, and deceiving well, is not wasted
even in dreams.”
And the hour of his death finally arrived. The whole town saw it
coming. And it was his greatest lesson. He didn’t want to die
alone nor in idleness. He died preaching to the town, in the
church. First, before ordering them to bring him since he could
no longer move on account of paralysis, he called Lazaro and
me to his house. And there, the three of us alone, he said to us:
“Listen: take care of these poor sheep, that they are consoled
with life, that they believe what I have not been able to believe.
And you Lazaro, when you are about to die, die like me, as our
Angela will die, in the bosom of the Holy Mother Catholic
33. Apostolic Roman church, of the Holy Mother Church of
Valverde de Lucerna of course. And until never seeing more,
since this dream of life ends...”
“Father, father,” I groaned.
“Don’t grieve, Angela, and continue praying for all us sinners,
for all those born, And let them dream, let them dream. How
anxious I am to sleep, to sleep and sleep and sleep, to sleep
without end, to sleep for a whole eternity, and without
dreaming! Forgetting the dream! When they bury me, have it be
in a box made from those six planks that I carved from the old
walnut tree, poor thing! in whose shade I played as a child when
I began to dream....And when yes I believed in eternal life. That
is to say, I imagine now that I believed then. For a child to
believe is nothing more than to dream. And for a town. Those
six planks that I carved with my own hands, you will find at the
foot of my bed.”
Dizziness overwhelmed him and then recovering from it, he
continued:
“Remember that when you all pray as one, in unanimity of
sense, the whole town, the Creed, upon arriving at the end I
grew quiet. When the Israelites were reaching the end of their
pilgrimage through the dessert, the Lord said to Aaron and to
Moses, that for not having believed, they would not lead their
people into the promised land, and he had them go up to the
Mount of Hor where Moses had Aaron undress and there he
died, and then Moses went up from the plains of Moab to Mount
Nebo, to the top of the Fasga, in front of Jerico, and the Lord
showed him all the land promised to his people, but telling him,
‘You will not go there’, and there Moses died and no one knew
his sepulcher. And he left as his leader Joshua. Lazaro, you be
my Joshua and if you can stop the sun, stop it and don’t worry
about progress. As Moses, I have known the Lord, our supreme
34. dream, face to face and now you know that the Scripture says
that the one who sees the face of God, that the one who sees in
the dream, the eyes of the face which looks at us, that one dies
without remedy and for ever. So may the town never see it,
then, the face of God, while it lives, for after death there is no
care since it will see nothing.
“Father, father, father,” I groaned again.
And he: “You Angela, pray always, keep praying that the
sinners continue to dream until they die the resurrection of the
body and the life everlasting.”
I expected a “And who knows?” when another faint overtook
Don Manuel.
“And now,” he added, “now at the hour of my death is the hour
that you must have them take me to the church, in this very
chair, to say good-bye there to my people who are waiting for
me.”
He was taken to the church and placed in the chair in the
presbytery, at the foot of the altar. He had a crucifix in his
hands. My brother and I stood next to him, but it was Blasillo
the fool who stayed closest to him. He wanted to grasp Don
Manuel’s hand, to kiss it. And as some tried to prevent it, Don
Manuel stopped them saying;
“Let him approach me. Come Blasillo, give me your hand.”
The foolish boy wept with joy. And then Don Manuel said;
“Very few words my children, for I scarcely have strength for
anything but to die. And I have nothing new to tell you. I’ve
told you all of it. Live in peace and happiness and hoping we
will all see each other one day in the Valverde de Lucerna that
35. is there among the stars of the night that are reflected in the
lake, on the mountain. And pray, pray to Most holy Mary, pray
to Our Lord. Be good, for this is enough. Forgive the harm that
I might have done you unwittingly and without knowing it. And
now, after I give you my blessing, all of you pray the Our
Father, the Hail Mary, the Hail Queen and finally the Creed.''
Then with the crucifix that he held in his hand he blessed the
people, the women weeping, and the children, and not a few
men, and immediately they began the prayers that Don Manuel
heard in silence, and holding Blasillos’s hand, who at the sound
of the prayer went to sleep. First the Our Father with its “thy
will be done on earth as it is in heaven,” and then the Holy
Mary with its “Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our
death,” followed by the Hail Queen with its “groaning and
weeping in this vale of tears” and finally the Creed. And upon
arriving at the resurrection of the body and the life everlasting,
the whole town felt that their saint had handed his soul over to
God. And it wasn’t necessary to close his eyes, because he died
with them closed. And upon going to wake Blasillo up we
discovered that he had gone to sleep in the Lord forever. So it
was we had to bury two bodies.
The whole town went immediately to the saint’s house to get
relics, to divide up pieces of his clothing and to take away what
they could as relics and souvenirs of the blessed martyr. My
brother kept his breviary, between whose leaves he found dried
out and like in a herbaria, a carnation stuck to a paper and on
this a cross with a date.
No one in the town wanted to believe in the death of Don
Manuel, all expected to see him daily and perhaps they saw him
passing along the edge of the lake and mirrored in it, or having
in its depths the mountain, all continued to hear his voice, and
all went to his sepulcher around which a whole cult grew up.
The bedeviled came now to touch the walnut cross, made also
36. by his own hands, and taken from the same tree from which he
carved the six planks in which he was buried. And those who
least of all wanted to believe that he had died were my brother
and me.
He, Lazaro, continued the tradition of the saint and began to
dictate what he had heard, notes which I have used for this
memoir of mine.
“He made me a new man, a true Lazaro, one resurrected,” he
told me. “He gave me faith.”
“Faith?” I interrupted him.
“Yes, faith, faith in the consolation of life, faith in the
happiness of life. He cured me of my progressivism. Because,
Angela, there are two kinds of dangerous and evil men: those
who, convinced of the life beyond the grave, of the resurrection
of the body, torment others like the inquisitors they are, so that
scorning this life as transitory they might win the other; and
those who not believing in any more than this one...”
“Like maybe you?” I said.
“Yes, and like Don Manuel. But believing only in this world,
they hope for I don’t know what future society, and try to deny
to the people the consolation of believing in the other.”
“So that...”
“So that one must act so that they live with the illusion.”
The poor priest who came to substitute for Don Manuel in the
parish entered Valverde de Lucerna overwhelmed by the
memory of the saint, and he gave himself over to my brother
and me so that we could guide him. He only wanted to follow
37. the footsteps of the saint. And my brother said to him, “Little
theology, religion, religion!” And I, on hearing him, smiled to
myself wondering if ours was not also theology.
I began then to fear for my poor brother. Ever since our Don
Manuel died on us, it wasn’t right to say that he lived. He
visited his tomb daily and spent hours contemplating the lake.
He felt nostalgic for true peace.
“Don’t look at the lake so much,” I said to him.
“No, dear sister, don’t be afraid. It is another lake that calls me
, another mountain. I cannot live without him.”
“And the happiness of living, Lazaro, the contentment with
life?”
“That is for other sinners, not for us who have seen the face of
God , whom he has looked the dream of life with his eyes.”
“What?, are you preparing to go to see Don Manuel?”
“No sister, no, now and here at home between us alone, the
whole truth no matter how bitter it may be, as bitter as the sea
in which the waters of this sweet lake go to stay, the whole
truth for you who are sheltered against it...”
“No, no Lazaro!, that is not the truth !”
“It is mine, yes.”
“Yours, but that of...”
“Also his.”
“Not now, Lazaro, not now. Now believe something else, now
38. believe...”
“Look Angela, one of the times when Don Manuel told me that
there are things that although one says them to oneself, one
must keep them quiet from others, I answered him that he told
me that on account of saying those same things to himself, he
ended up confessing to me that he believed that more than one
of the greatest saints, perhaps the greatest, had died without
believing in the afterlife.”
“Is it possible?”
“And so possible. And now sister, take care that they do not
even suspect, here in the town, our secret.”
“Suspect it?” I said . If I tried out of craziness, to explain it to
them, they would not understand it. The people do not
understand words, the people have only understood your works.
To want to reveal that to them would be like reading to 8-year-
old children some pages of St. Thomas Aquinas...in Latin.”
“Fine, but when I am gone, pray for me and for him and for
everyone.”
And finally his hour also arrived. A sickness that was
diminishing his robust nature seemed to be exacerbated with the
death of Don Manuel.
“I am not so much sorry at having to die,” he told me in his last
days, “as that a piece of the soul of Don Manuel dies with me.
But the rest of him will live with you. Until one day even the
dead will die completely.”
When he was dying, the people of the town as is the custom in
our villages entered to see him die, and they commended his
soul to Don Manuel to Saint Manuel the Good, the Martyr. My
39. brother said nothing to them, he had nothing more to tell them,
he had left everything said, everything that here I’ve said. It
was one clamp more between the Valverde de Lucerna, the one
at the bottom of the lake and the one that was seen in its
surface; he was now one our dead to life, one also, in his own
way, of our saints.
I remained more than desolate, but in my town and with my
people. And now, on having lost my Saint Manuel, the father of
my soul and my Lazaro, my even more than flesh and blood
brother, my spiritual one, now is when I realize that I have
grown old and how I have grown old. But, have I lost them?
Have I grown old? Am I approaching my death?
One must live. And he taught me to live, he taught us to live, to
feel life, to feel the sense of life, to submerge us in the soul of
the mountain, in the soul of the lake, in the soul of the village
people, to lose ourselves in them in order to remain in them. He
taught me with his life, to lose myself in the life of the village
people, and I didn’t feel the hours passing and the days and the
years, no more than I felt the passing of the water of the lake. It
seemed to me as if my life had always been the same. I didn’t
feel myself grow old. I no longer lived in myself, but I lived in
my people and my people lived in me. I wanted to say what
they, my people, told me unwittingly. I went out in the street
that was the highway and as I knew everyone, I lived in them
and I forgot myself while in Madrid , where I was one time with
my brother, as I knew no one, I felt terribly alone, and tortured
by so many strangers.
And now, on writing this memoir, this intimate confession of
my experience of the sanctity of another, I believe that Don
Manuel the Good, that my Saint Manuel, and that my brother
Lazaro died thinking they did now believe in what most
interests us, but without thinking they believed it, believed it in
an active and resigned desolation.
40. But why, I have wondered many times, did Don Manuel not try
to convert my brother also with a trick, with a lie, pretending
himself a believer without being it? And I have understood that
it was because he understood that he would not deceive him,
that for him the deceit would not work, that only with the truth,
with his truth, would he convert him; that he would have got
nothing if he had tried with him to perform the comedy..tragedy
rather, which he performed to save the people. And so he won
him, in fact for his pious fraud, so he won him with the truth of
death to the reason of life. And so he won me, who never
allowed the others to guess his divine, his most holy game. And
I believed and do believe that God Our Lord, for I do not know
what sacred and inscrutable purposes, made them believe
themselves non-believers. And that perhaps at the end of their
journey, the blindfold fell from their eyes. And I, do I believe?
And on writing this now, here, in my old maternal home, at
more than fifty years of age, when my memories are beginning
to grow white as well as my head, it is snowing, snowing on the
lake, snowing on the mountain, snowing on the memories of my
father, the stranger, of my mother, of my brother Lazaro, of my
town, of my San Manuel and also on the memory of poor
Blasillo of my Saint Blasillo, and may he protect me from
heaven. And this snow wipes out corners and wipes out
shadows, for even at night the snow lights up. And I don't know
what is true and what is a lie, nor what I saw, nor what I
dreamed - or rather what I dreamed and what I only saw- nor
what I found out nor what I believed. Nor do I know if I am
transferring to this paper as white as snow, my conscience that
is to remain on it, leaving me without it. For what purpose do I
still have it?
Do I know anything? Do I believe anything? Is it that this that I
am telling here has happened and has happened just as I tell it?
Can these things happen? Is all this nothing more than a dream
41. dreamed within another dream? Is it possible that I, Angela
Carballino, now fifty years old, am the only person in this
village that is invaded by these thoughts so strange for the
others? And these, the others, those that surround me, do they
believe? What is this business of believing? At least they are
living. And now they believe in San Manuel the martyr, who,
without expecting immorality maintained in them the hope of it.
It appears that the most illustrious Sir Bishop, the one who has
begun the process of beatification of our saint of Valverde de
Lucerna, is planning to write down his life, a sort of manual of
the perfect parish priest, and is collecting for it all kinds of
data. He has asked me for them insistently, has had interviews
with me, I have given him all kinds of information, but I have
always kept quiet the tragic secret of Don Manuel and my
brother. And it is curious that he has not suspected it. And I
trust that everything I leave consigned in this memoir never
comes to his knowledge. I fear the authorities of the earth,
earthly authorities, even those of the church.
But let this rest here, and may its fate be whatever it may be.
How did this document come into my hands, this memoir of
Angela Carballino?
Behold something, reader, something that I must keep secret. I
give it to you just as it came to me, with only a few corrections,
a very few items for editing. And does it seem similar to many
other things that I have written? That does not prove anything
against its objectivity, its originality. And do I not know,
besides, that I have created real and effective beings outside of
myself, with an immortal soul? Do I not know that Augusto
Perez, from my novel Niebla, wasn’t right, on claiming to be a
more real, more objective being than I myself, who thought I
had invented him? It does not even occur to me to doubt the
reality of this San Manuel the Good, Martyr, just as his disciple
and spiritual daughter Angela Carballino has revealed him to
42. me. I believe in her more than I believed in the saint himself. I
believe in her more that I believe in my own reality.
And now, before closing this epilogue, I want to remind, you
patient reader, of the ninth verse of the Epistle of the forgotten
apostle, Saint Judas - what a difference a name makes!- where
he tells us how my heavenly patron, Saint Michael the
Archangel.- Michael means “Who but God? and the arch-
messenger archangel- fought with the devil,- devil means
accuser, prosecuting attorney- for the body of Moses and did
not permit them to take him in the judgment of the damned but
told the devil, “The Lord scolds you.” And the one who wants to
understand, let him understand.
Since Angela Carballino mixed into her tale her own feelings,
so that I don’t know what other thing could fit, I want to
comment myself here on what she left recorded of if Don
Manuel and his disciple Lazaro had confessed to the town their
state of belief, the town would not have understood them. Nor
would it have believed them, I may add. They would have
believed their works and not their words, because words do not
serve to support works, but works are sufficient. And for a town
like Valverde de Lucerna, there is no more confession than
conduct. Nor does the town know what sort of thing faith is, nor
perhaps does it much matter.
Well do I know that nothing happens in what is related in this
tale, if you will, this novel, for novel is the most intimate
history, the truest, so that I do not understand why there are
some who are indignant that the Evangelist Scriptures are called
a novel, for that is to elevate it, really, over any chronicle - so
well do I know that nothing happens in what is related in this
tale; but I hope that it is because everything remains in it, as the
lakes and the mountains remain, and the simple holy souls fixed
beyond faith and despair, who in them, in the lakes and the
mountains, outside of history, took refuge in a divine novel.