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The Revolution According To Raymundo Mat
The Revolution According To Raymundo Mat
The Revolution According To Raymundo Mat
(Excerpt)
By Gina Apostol
Later it was all the rage in the coffee shops, in the bazaars of Binondo. People
did not even hide it – crowds of men, and not just students, not just boys, some
women even, with their violent fans – gesticulating in public, throwing up their
hands, putting up fists in debate. Put your knuckle where your mouth is. We were
loud, obstreperous, heedless. We were literary critics. We were cantankerous:
rude raving. And no matter which side you were, with the crown or with the
infidels, Spain or Spolarium, all of us, each one, seemed revitalized by spleen,
hatched by the woods of long, venomous silence. And yes, suddenly the world
opened up to me, after the novel, to which before I had been blind.
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Still I rushed into other debates, for instance with Benigno and Agapito, who had
now moved into my rooms. Remembering Father Gaspar’s cryptic injunction -
“throw it away to someone else,” so that in this manner the book traveled rapidly
in those dark days of its printing, now so nostalgically glorious, though then I had
no clue that these were historic acts, the act of reading, or that the book would be
such a collector’s item, or otherwise I would have wrapped it in parchment and
sealed it for the highest bidder, what the hell, I only knew holding the book could
very likely constitute a glorious crime – in short, I lent it to Benigno.