| Dios, que me meo. ¡Hasta dónde hemos llegado!
__________________ Deeply, Govinda bowed; tears he knew nothing of, ran down his old face; like a fire burnt the feeling of the most intimate love, the humblest veneration in his heart.
Deeply, he bowed, touching the ground, before
him who was sitting motionlessly, whose smile reminded him of everything he had ever loved in his life, what had ever been valuable and holy to him in his life.
El anciano propende a enjuiciar el hoy con el criterio del ayer. Ramón y Cajal |