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The Project Gutenberg eBook, Rosinante to the Road Again, by John Dos Passos
Title: Rosinante to the Road Again
Author: John Dos Passos
Release Date: June 8, 2009 [eBook #29073]
Language: English
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ROSINANTE
TO THE ROAD AGAIN
JOHN DOS PASSOS
Books by John Dos Passos
NOVELS:
Three Soldiers
One Man's Initiation
ESSAYS:
Rosinante to the Road Again
POEMS:
A Pushcart at the Curb
(In Preparation)
ROSINANTE
TO THE ROAD AGAIN
By
JOHN DOS PASSOS
GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
Copyright, 1922,
By George H. Doran Company
Printed in the United States of America
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | ||
| I: | A Gesture and a Quest, | 9 |
| II: | The Donkey Boy, | 24 |
| III: | The Baker of Almorox, | 47 |
| IV: | Talk by the Road, | 71 |
| V: | A Novelist of Revolution, | 80 |
| VI: | Talk by the Road, | 101 |
| VII: | Cordova No Longer of the Caliphs, | 104 |
| VIII: | Talk by the Road, | 115 |
| IX: | An Inverted Midas, | 120 |
| X: | Talk by the Road, | 133 |
| XI: | Antonio Machado; Poet of Castile, | 140 |
| XII: | A Catalan Poet, | 159 |
| XIII: | Talk by the Road, | 176 |
| XIV: | Benavente's Madrid, | 182 |
| XV: | Talk by the Road, | 196 |
| XVI: | A Funeral in Madrid, | 202 |
| XVII: | Toledo, | 230 |
ROSINANTE
TO THE ROAD AGAIN
I: A Gesture and a Quest
Telemachus had wandered so far in search of his father he had quite forgotten what he was looking for. He sat on a yellow plush bench in the café El Oro del Rhin, Plaza Santa Ana, Madrid, swabbing up with a bit of bread the last smudges of brown sauce off a plate of which the edges were piled with the dismembered skeleton of a pigeon. Opposite his plate was a similar plate his companion had already polished. Telemachus put the last piece of bread into his mouth, drank down a glass of beer at one spasmodic gulp, sighed, leaned across the table and said:
"I wonder why I'm here."
"Why anywhere else than here?" said Lyaeus, a young man with hollow cheeks and slow-moving hands, about whose mouth a faint pained smile was continually hovering, and he too drank down his beer.
At the end of a perspective of white marble tables, faces thrust forward over yellow plush cushions under twining veils of tobacco smoke, four German women on a little dais were playing Tannhauser. Smells of beer, sawdust, shrimps, roast pigeon.
"Do you know Jorge Manrique? That's one reason, Tel," the other man continued slowly. With one hand he gestured to the waiter for