Slipping into darkness, riding down the hall. Still taking notes from John Reed's "Insurgent Mexico."
In the foreword, Renato Leduc, writes about Reed being a "great muralist, he is also a magnificent, incisive portrait artist. There, to prove it. . .the masterly profile he makes in three lines of Pablo Seanez's mistress:
The Mistress of The March
"And so I got inside the coach, with Rafaelito, Pablo Seanes, and his mistress. She was a strange creature. Young, slender, and beautiful, she was poison and a stone to everybody but Pablo. I never saw her smile and never heard he say a gentle word. Sometimes she treated us with dull ferocity; sometimes with bestial indifference. But Pablo she cradled like a baby. When he lay across the seat with his head in her lap, she would hug it fiercely to her breast, making noises like a tigress with her young."
"Mistress of The March"
also known as
"My Eyes Are Up Here #2"
"The mountains had withdrawn somewhere beyond the horizon, and we rode in the midst of a great bowl of desert, rolling up the edges to meet the furnace-blue of the Mexican sky."
also known as
"Rider of the Purple Sage"
"Is there war in the United States now?" [Juan Sanchez] asked.
"No," I said untruthfully.
"No war at all?" He meditated or a moment. "How do you pass the time, then. . .?"
"And, of course, jealousy is a stabbing matter."
—John Reed, "Insurgent Mexico"