The Social Cancer: A Complete English Version of Noli Me TangereRizal, José
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The Social Cancer: A Complete English Version of Noli Me Tangere
Rizal, José
Historical fiction; Philippines -- History -- 1812-1898 -- Fiction
"In view of all this I had to give up my system, which, after so much
toil, was just beginning to produce results. In desperation I carried
the whips bank to the school the next day and began the barbarous
practice again. Serenity disappeared and sadness reigned in the faces
of the children, who had just begun to care for me, and who were my
only kindred and friends. Although I tried to spare the whippings and
to administer them with all the moderation possible, yet the children
felt the change keenly, they became discouraged and wept bitterly. It
touched my heart, and even though in my own mind I was vexed with the
stupid parents, still I was unable to take any spite out on those
innocent victims of their parents' prejudices. Their tears burned
me, my heart seemed bursting from my breast, and that day I left
the school before closing-time to go home and weep alone. Perhaps
my sensitiveness may seem strange to you, but if you had been in my
place you would understand it. Old Don Anastasio said to me, 'So the
parents want floggings? Why not inflict them on themselves?' As a
result of it all I became sick." Ibarra was listening thoughtfully.
"Scarcely had I recovered when I returned to the school to find the
number of my pupils reduced to a fifth. The better ones had run away
upon the return to the old system, and of those who remained--mostly
those who came to school to escape work at home--not one showed any
joy, not one congratulated me on my recovery. It would have been the
same to them whether I got well or not, or they might have preferred
that I continue sick since my substitute, although he whipped them
more, rarely went to the school. My other pupils, those whose parents
had obliged them to attend school, had gone to other places. Their
parents blamed me for having spoiled them and heaped reproaches on
me for it. One, however, the son of a country woman who visited me
during my illness, had not returned on account of having been made
a sacristan, and the senior sacristan says that the sacristans must
not attend school: they would be dismissed."
"Were you resigned in looking after your new pupils?" asked Ibarra.
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