"You are too wondrous fair to be all one man's own, but God aids her who changes, as you will change.
"So I commend you—may you ride with God. Adios."
Swinging my horse, I spurred homeward, and once again was young.
CHAPTER XI
THE SOUL OF LA MANCHA
I
Our souls are like the musical instruments, which do not emit their melody unless they are beaten, plucked, blown or scraped.
And on this text, I pray you hear my sermon.
The European has goods to add up, neighbors from whom he subtracts, estates to multiply, and fortune to divide. For this arithmetic he needs machinery of the brain which widens out the forehead. To him are given all knowledge, glory, pride, magnificence, the dominion of the earth, the mastery of the sea, the command of the air.
But from the red Indian who hath not, and whose forehead is pinched for lack of exercise, all things are taken away.