Man Your voice is very like A templar urn that has Lost faith in the eunuchs, Yet sitting there fired-up For lack of gods to burn. No. I have never been A digger of old wounds. Second Voice Your name, please? Man There are worms In my blood.
Third Voice Origin? Man The vile sweat of monks. Third Voice No, Country of origin.
Man What are tamaraos for? Second Voice Occupation? Man My feet Have heard my people’s cry All over Europe; I Arrived with the blackbirds.
Second Voice Occupation?
Rizal gets away with this kind of equivocation, which is an enjoyable spectacle in itself, because while the reader knows who the “Man” is and eventually sorts out
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