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"
Me
cago
en
su
puta
madre
!
"
Andrés
said
.
"
Está
loco
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
Gomez
said
.
"
He
is
crazy
.
You
are
crazy
!
Hear
!
Crazy
!
"
he
shouted
at
Marty
who
was
back
now
bending
over
the
map
with
his
red
-
and
-
blue
pencil
.
"
Hear
me
,
you
crazy
murderer
?
"
"
Take
them
away
,
"
Marty
said
to
the
guard
.
"
Their
minds
are
unhinged
by
their
great
guilt
.
"
There
was
a
phrase
the
corporal
recognized
.
He
had
heard
that
before
.
"
You
crazy
murderer
!
"
Gomez
shouted
.
"
Hijo
de
la
gran
puta
,
"
Andrés
said
to
him
.
"
Loco
.
"
The
stupidity
of
this
man
angered
him
.
If
he
was
a
crazy
let
him
be
removed
as
a
crazy
.
Let
the
dispatch
be
taken
from
his
pocket
.
God
damn
this
crazy
to
hell
.
His
heavy
Spanish
anger
was
rising
out
of
his
usual
calm
and
good
temper
.
In
a
little
while
it
would
blind
him
.
Marty
,
looking
at
his
map
,
shook
his
head
sadly
as
the
guards
took
Gomez
and
Andrés
out
.
The
guards
had
enjoyed
hearing
him
cursed
but
on
the
whole
they
had
been
disappointed
in
the
performance
.
They
had
seen
much
better
ones
.
André
Marty
did
not
mind
the
men
cursing
him
.
So
many
men
had
cursed
him
at
the
end
.
He
was
always
genuinely
sorry
for
them
as
human
beings
.
He
always
told
himself
that
and
it
was
one
of
the
last
true
ideas
that
was
left
to
him
that
had
ever
been
his
own
.
He
sat
there
,
his
moustache
and
his
eyes
focused
on
the
map
,
on
the
map
that
he
never
truly
understood
,
on
the
brown
tracing
of
the
contours
that
were
traced
fine
and
concentric
as
a
spider
’
s
web
.
He
could
see
the
heights
and
the
valleys
from
the
contours
but
he
never
really
understood
why
it
should
be
this
height
and
why
this
valley
was
the
one
.
But
at
the
General
Staff
where
,
because
of
the
system
of
Political
Commissars
,
he
could
intervene
as
the
political
head
of
the
Brigades
,
he
would
put
his
finger
on
such
and
such
a
numbered
,
brown
-
thin
-
lined
encircled
spot
among
the
greens
of
woods
cut
by
the
lines
of
roads
that
parallel
the
never
casual
winding
of
a
river
and
say
,
"
There
.
