But the great moment was over - here in Orizaba it was like Galilee between the Crucifixion and the Resurrection - all the enthusiasm had been spent.

The old lady knelt, saying her 'Hail Mary'; She didn't believe - but among Catholics even the sceptical are courteous.

I suppose the love of life which periodically deserts most men was returning: like sexual desire, it moves in cycles.

Its typical of Mexico, of the whole human race perhaps - violence in favour of an ideal and then the ideal lost but the violence just going on.

Time, you old gipsy man, Will you not stay, Put up your caravan Just for one day?

Tomorrow composts today.

Tot species, tantosque ortus variosque novatus una dies aperit, conficit ipsa dies.