Paulita Gómez Quotes in El Filibusterismo
Rest in peace, sad daughter of my wretched country! Bury in your tomb the charms of youth, withered in their prime. When a people cannot provide its maidens with a peaceful home, a shelter of holy freedom, when a man can leave only dubious words to a widow, tears to his mother, slavery to his children, it’s better to condemn you all to perpetual chastity, drowning in your womanhood a future, damned generation.
But Paulita had heard that to get to Isagani’s village you had to go through mountains where there was an abundance of little leeches and just thinking about it made the coward in her tremble convulsively. Spoiled and indulged, she simply said that she would only travel there by coach or train.
Isagani, who had by then forgotten all his pessimism and now could see everywhere only roses without thorns, said to her, “Soon every island will be crisscrossed by a network of steel, ‘Where rapid / and fleeting / locomotives / speeding will go,’ as someone once said. Then the most beautiful corners of the archipelago will be open to everyone.”
“Then? When? When I’m old?”
“Oh, you have no idea what we’ll be able to do in just a few years,” Isagani replied.
Paulita Gómez Quotes in El Filibusterismo
Rest in peace, sad daughter of my wretched country! Bury in your tomb the charms of youth, withered in their prime. When a people cannot provide its maidens with a peaceful home, a shelter of holy freedom, when a man can leave only dubious words to a widow, tears to his mother, slavery to his children, it’s better to condemn you all to perpetual chastity, drowning in your womanhood a future, damned generation.
But Paulita had heard that to get to Isagani’s village you had to go through mountains where there was an abundance of little leeches and just thinking about it made the coward in her tremble convulsively. Spoiled and indulged, she simply said that she would only travel there by coach or train.
Isagani, who had by then forgotten all his pessimism and now could see everywhere only roses without thorns, said to her, “Soon every island will be crisscrossed by a network of steel, ‘Where rapid / and fleeting / locomotives / speeding will go,’ as someone once said. Then the most beautiful corners of the archipelago will be open to everyone.”
“Then? When? When I’m old?”
“Oh, you have no idea what we’ll be able to do in just a few years,” Isagani replied.