“When he comes, all you who strive shall find the second strength.
“And when you have it, where will you feel it?
“Not here!”—and he struck his forehead. “Not where the cunning gringos have it, in the head, and in their books. Not we. We are men, we are not spiders.
“We shall have it here!”—he struck his breast—“and here!”—he struck his belly—“and here!”—he struck his loins.
“Are we men? Can we not get the second strength? Can we not? Have we lost it forever?
“I say no! Quetzalcoatl is among us. I have found the red Huitzilopochtli. The second strength!
“When you walk or sit, when you work or lie down, when you eat or sleep, think of the second strength, that you must have it.
“Be very quiet. It is shy as a bird in a dark tree.
“Be very clean, clean in your bodies and your clothes. It is like a star, that will not shine in dirt.
“Be very brave, and do not drink till you are drunk, nor soil yourself with bad women, nor steal. Because a drunken man has lost his second strength, and a man loses his strength in bad women, and a thief is a coward, and the red Huitzilopochtli hates a coward.