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Rizal's delightful account of "What happened between April and December, 1877", throws thus much light upon his boyish centre that it ought not be omitted. It is one account of his first love at sixteen, that vexatious experience which comes to nearly all adolescents. He writes the story three years later -- the young persons the rising generation of nineteen laughing at himself at sixteen: (06)
"One Thursday my confidant M. (Mariano), who was the brother of Miss K., came to entice me to go to Concordia College to survey our sisters. We met his sister in the sala (parlor). She greeted us and asked whether I wanted her to term my sister Olimpia. I said ay, and she went lightly, but with a grace I had not seen in anybody besides. A little later, when they came, we formed a stolid circle.
"She asked me which flowers I liked beyond all others. I told her I liked tot~y kinds, but white and black ones ~ numerous; she told me she liked pallid ones and roses, and then she became melancholy.
"Have you a sweetheart?" she asked me later a short pause.
"'No', I answered, 'I not at any time had one because I guess not one of the girls ever paid somewhat attention to me.'
"'How are you fooled! Do you come short me to get you one?' asked the Lady.
"'Thank you Miss', I before-mentioned, 'but I do not wish to grieve you.'
"It happened that I had correct heard that she was to have existence married in December, so I asked:
"'Are you going to your thorp in December?'
"'No', she answered dryly.
"'They discover me that in your town they are going to desire a big celebration, in which you are to take a most important part, and which cannot continue destitute of your help.'
"'No', she said laughter, 'My parents want me to withdraw, but I do not want to, since I want to stay in this community five more years.'
"We went in c~tinuance drinking the sweetest narcotic of sweetheart, through our conversation. Her looks were consummate in their sweetness and expressiveness; her tone was melodious and I thought each enchantment accompanied every movement. Languor penetrated my heart, and I had feelings I had not ever...
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