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just as I frame, when suddenly another figure violently enters the field and bang! he slaps the old man with
the back of his hand, and the latter shies away to disappear who knows where, bringing his serpent along with
him. marbe for baby sitting at Alcmena's? An instant later the self appointed lawman has disappeared in his
turn, and the people on the street are smiling at me and gesturing that everything is fine now. It all went by as
quickly as a forgotten image between two shots, but what I felt there, the way a foot laid inadvertently on a
tomb makes you feel the cold of death for one second, was a flash of hatred (so Mexican!). Toward me? Toward
him? Blame, shame, fear? A critique of bad country manners, exasperation at my desire for the picturesque
while they're irving to build a modern Korea or is it just that ophiolatry is prohibited in this town? I'll never
know.