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<title><![CDATA[Comentarios al libro: LA BODEGA; (THE FRUIT OF THE VINE) A NOVEL]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1919 edition. Excerpt: ...to prison and others to the gallows. A wonderful people! Go and sacrifice yourself and expect something from them!... Ever since then there haven't been any revolutions. There have been army uprisings or mutinies, which were of indirect value, if any, by influencing public opinion. And since in these days generals no longer revolt, because they have everything they desire, and because the rulers, having learned their lesson from history, take care to flatter them, it's all up with the Revolution! Those who work for it sweat and labor with as much success as carrying water in a sieve.... I salute these heroes from the door of my seclusion!.. but I take not a step to accompany them. I am not of their glorious race. I am a quiet, well-fed domestic bird, and I'm not sorry for it, either, when I look at my former comrade Fernando Salvatierra, your father's idol, dressed winters in summer fashion, and summers in winter fashion, living upon bread and cheese, with a cell reserved for him in every prison of the Peninsula, and bothered by the police at every step.... It's all very fine; the papers print the hero's name, and perhaps some day history will speak of him, but I prefer my office desk, my chair which makes me think of the canons gathered in the choir, and the generosity of don Pablo, who is as lavish as a prince with those who know how to get around him." Fermin, offended by the sarcastic tone in which this victim, content with his servitude, referred to Salvatierra, was about to answer him when from the end of the walk sounded the imperious voice of Dupont and the loud hand-clapping of the overseer summoning his men. The church bell was filling the air with its third call. Don PaBIo, fromtHe steps of thVchapel, swept his gaze across his...]]></description>
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