Between his eyes, there were four lines, the marks of such misery as children should never feel. He spoke with that wonderful whisky voice that so many Spanish children have, and he was a tough and entire little boy.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The poor child was the drudge of the household, and was always in the wrong. He was, however, the most bright and discreet of all the brothers; and if he spoke little, he heard and thought the more.
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear.
Father was very sympathetic, and if the hero of a romance was good or to be pitied, his eyes would fill with tears until he could not see.
He passes from lyric to epic poetry in order to speak about the world and the torment in the world through man, rationally and emotionally. The poet then becomes a danger.
But whoever gives birth to useless children, what would you say of him except that he has bred sorrows for himself, and furnishes laughter for his enemies.
Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness.
Spanish children are too often ill-cared for, but despite the abuses of ignorant motherhood and fatherhood, such vivid, vivacious, bewitching little people as they are!
Little by little he came to recognize the difference between the spirits that agitated him, one from the enemy and one from God.
So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish, that he did not only sigh but roar.
His eyes so dim, so wasted each limb, that, heedless of grammar, they all cried, that's him!