The Bible in Spain, Vol. 2 [of 2]: Or, the Journeys, Adventures, and Imprisonments of an Englishman in an Attempt to Circulate the Scriptures in the PeninsulaBorrow, George
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The Bible in Spain, Vol. 2 [of 2]: Or, the Journeys, Adventures, and Imprisonments of an Englishman in an Attempt to Circulate the Scriptures in the Peninsula
Borrow, George
Borrow, George, 1803-1881 -- Travel -- Spain; Spain -- Description and travel; Spain -- History -- 19th century
I experienced much grave kindness and simple hospitality from the good
people of Villa Seca during my sojourn amongst them. I had at this time
so won their hearts by the “formality” of my behaviour and language, that
I firmly believe they would have resisted to the knife any attempt which
might have been made to arrest or otherwise maltreat me. He who wishes
to become acquainted with the genuine Spaniard must seek him not in
seaports and large towns, but in lone and remote villages, like those of
the Sagra. There he will find all that gravity of deportment and
chivalry of disposition which Cervantes is said to have sneered away;
{198} and there he will hear, in everyday conversation, those grandiose
expressions, which, when met with in the romances of chivalry, are
scoffed at as ridiculous exaggerations.
I had one enemy in the village—it was the curate.
“The fellow is a heretic and a scoundrel,” said he one day in the
conclave. “He never enters the church, and is poisoning the minds of the
people with his Lutheran books. Let him be bound and sent to Toledo, or
turned out of the village at least.”
“I will have nothing of the kind,” said the _alcalde_, who was said to be
a Carlist. “If he has his opinions, I have mine too. He has conducted
himself with politeness. Why should I interfere with him? He has been
courteous to my daughter, and has presented her with a volume. _Que
viva_! and with respect to his being a Lutheran, I have heard say that
amongst the Lutherans there are sons of as good fathers as here. He
appears to me a _caballero_. He speaks well.”
“There is no denying it,” said the surgeon.
“Who speaks _so_ well?” shouted the _herrador_. “And who has more
formality? _Vaya_! did he not praise my horse, ‘The Flower of Spain’?
Did he not say that in the whole of _Inglaterra_ there was not a better?
Did he not assure me, moreover, that if he were to remain in Spain he
would purchase it, giving me my own price? Turn him out, indeed! Is he
not of my own blood, is he not fair-complexioned? Who shall turn him out
when I, ‘the one-eyed,’ say no?”
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