Father Fernández Quotes in El Filibusterismo
“I agree with you that we have our defects. But whose fault is that? Yours, after three and a half centuries of our education in your hands, or ours, when we bow down in the face of everything? If after three and a half centuries the sculptor has only been able to create a caricature, it will almost definitely come out poorly done.”
“Or perhaps the clay is inadequate…”
“Even less adept then, because if the clay is so inadequate, why waste the time? But he’s not only inept, he’s a fraud and a thief, because even knowing that his work is useless, he continues to do it just to get paid. And he’s not only inept and a thief, he’s corrupt, because he opposes any other sculptor who wants to try out his own talent to see if it’s worth the effort. The fatal jealousy of the incompetent!”
In the garden, he came upon his coach, which was waiting for him.
“One day when you declare your independence,” he said to the lackey who had opened the coach door, taking heart, “remember that there were some in Spain who didn’t lack the courage to suffer for you and fight for your rights.”
“Where to, señor?” the lackey inquired. He hadn’t understood a word, and just wanted to know the destination.
Father Fernández Quotes in El Filibusterismo
“I agree with you that we have our defects. But whose fault is that? Yours, after three and a half centuries of our education in your hands, or ours, when we bow down in the face of everything? If after three and a half centuries the sculptor has only been able to create a caricature, it will almost definitely come out poorly done.”
“Or perhaps the clay is inadequate…”
“Even less adept then, because if the clay is so inadequate, why waste the time? But he’s not only inept, he’s a fraud and a thief, because even knowing that his work is useless, he continues to do it just to get paid. And he’s not only inept and a thief, he’s corrupt, because he opposes any other sculptor who wants to try out his own talent to see if it’s worth the effort. The fatal jealousy of the incompetent!”
In the garden, he came upon his coach, which was waiting for him.
“One day when you declare your independence,” he said to the lackey who had opened the coach door, taking heart, “remember that there were some in Spain who didn’t lack the courage to suffer for you and fight for your rights.”
“Where to, señor?” the lackey inquired. He hadn’t understood a word, and just wanted to know the destination.