Mexican homes as a rule are closed off to the world by high blank walls of yellowish masonry, topped with broken glass to discourage escaladores, or climbing burglars. The gardens and fountains and other delights are hidden, as in an Arab city.

It was old President Diaz who said that nothing ever happens in Mexico until it happens. Things rock along from day to day, and then all at once you are caught up in a rush of unforeseen events.

As he drank, little brown drops of coffee clung to his mustache like dew. Men will live like billy goats if they are let alone.

My Master of Arts degree means nothing at all to these monkeys and I have come to share their indifference.

I know what they said even if they would not say it to my face. People love to talk. They love to slander you if you have any substance.

But I had not the strength nor the inclination to bandy words with a drunkard. What have you done when you have bested a fool?

Time just gets away from us.