Virgin Spain : $b Scenes from the spiritual drama of a great peopleFrank, Waldo David
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Virgin Spain : $b Scenes from the spiritual drama of a great people
Frank, Waldo David
Spain
The _carrera_ runs along the breasting cliffs from San Sebastián to
Santander beside a sea blue as the summer sky. It crosses the tip of a
little city resting on land that tongues from the mountain far into the
Bay. The land is high and steep: the streets twine. And in their midst,
coiled all about by alleys, stands a smothered church. It is blackened
by the salt of seven hundred years. It stands low: there is a street at
its door, and there are other streets at rising levels on its four
façades, so that it is plunged and buried in the town. And the windows
are rare, or are blanked by pavements and by the cellars of adjoining
houses. Only the steeple is sheer to the open heaven.
It is an ignoble church, foul like a ship’s bottom after a voyage round
the seven seas. Its nave is foul with shadows; its windows have a yellow
blear like the eyes of the beggar at the gate.
The town is stifled and somber: it is like an apple rotted by this old
church at its core. The Basque here has forgotten how to dance. He has
not turned his saints’ days into merry making. The church has conquered:
the Empiry of Castile.
But more significant than such invasions of the end of old Spain upon
the Basque, are the invasions of the modern Basque into the life of
Spain. While the Spaniard gave himself to crusades and conquest, the
Basque held aloof with his energy untapped. To resist invasion of body
and of spirit took courage. But the effort was as naught beside the
effort of the Spaniard to fuse Moslem, Jew, German, Roman, Celt, into
one Spanish soul. The Spanish soul was achieved: but Spanish spirit
locked in the exertion. This was the moment of the Basque with his
reserve of virgin power. He had no culture but the most primitive; no
world for the expanding of his might save a strip of rocky soil. Spain
offered a profound culture and the sea, and worlds beyond the sea. Now
the Basque passes from his spiritual sleep--passes into Spain, through
the door which Spain herself had battered open....
_CHAPTER XIII_
_TWO ANDALUSIANS_
_a. The Sleepers_
_b. The Awakeners_
_c. The Sleepless Spirit_
_a. The Sleepers_
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