The professor asked the young man what was the matter. The student told him he had a bullet lodged in his back. He had been shot while fighting communists in his native country who were trying to overthrow his country’s government and install a new communist government.
In the midst of his story he looked at the professor and asked a strange question: “Do you know how to catch wild pigs?”
They played the flute for us, and we did not dance; they sang a dirge and we did not mourn.
- Bye-bye West. You are a has-been. Who no longer shares the same ancestors, language, religion, principles, manners, and customs. It has become nothing but a confused mixture of sounds and voices of tumult, turmoil, uproar, bedlam, and clamor.