Just like that must be the texture of their skin!...

And mysterious and incomprehensible thrills would pass over his body like light exhalations, bubbling up from the slime that is sleeping in the depths of all infancy and coming to the surface during adolescence.
His father guessed in part this imaginary life upon seeing his pet plays and readings.
"Ah, comedian!...

Ah, play-actor!...

You are like your godfather." He used to say this with an ambiguous smile in which were equally mingled his contempt for useless idealism and his respect for the artist--a respect similar to the veneration that the Arabs feel for the demented, believing their insanity to be a gift from God.
Dona Cristina was very anxious that this only son, as spoiled and coddled as though he were a Crown Prince, should become a priest.

To see him intone his first Mass!...