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The world he lived in
was one of sadness:
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a degenerate king, sickly infantes,
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idiots, dwarfs, cripples,
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a handful of clownish freaks
dressed up as princes,
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whose function it was
to laugh at themselves...
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and to amuse a cast
that lived outside the law,
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in the meshes of etiquette,
plots and lies,
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bound by the confessional and remorse,
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with the inquisition
and silence at the door."
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Listen to this, little girl!
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"A spirit of nostalgia pervades his work,
yet he avoids what is ugly, sad,
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or cruelly morbid
about those oppressed children.
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Velasquez is the painter of evening,
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of open spaces and of silence,
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even when he painted in broad
daylight or in a closed room,
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even with the din of battle
or of the hunt in his ears.
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As they seldom went out during the day,
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when everything was drowned
in torrid sunshine,
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the Spanish painters
communed with the evening."
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Beautiful, isn't it, little girl?
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You're crazy to read her
things like that!
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Off to bed, sleepyheads!
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Why are they still up?
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Because you sent the maid
to the movies...
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for the third time this week!
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Sure, I did.
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They're showing Johnny Guitar...
good for her education.
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We see too many squares.
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Hurry up! Frank and Paola
will be here any minute.
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I'm not going.
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I've decided to stay home
with the children.
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No! Frank is bringing his niece.
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She can baby-sit till we get back.