STEEMCHURCH: THE ONLY THINGS NECESSARY

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As well; What I want are realities. Do not
you teach these boys and girls
something other than realities. In life they are only
necessary realities.
Do not raise anything else and uproot everything
the rest. The intelligences of rational animals
they are molded solely on the basis of realities;
everything that is not this will not serve you
never anything In accordance with this standard
I educate my children, and according to this
norm do I educate these boys. Ateneos
to the realities, gentleman!

The scene took place in the vaulted, smooth room,
naked and monotonous of a school, and the index,
rigid, of which he spoke, emphasized his
warnings, underlining each phrase with a
line drawn on the teacher's sleeve. I contributed
to increase the emphasis on the speaker's brow,
perpendicular as a wall; they served
this wall of base the eyebrows, whereas the
eyes found comfortable shelter in two dark
caves in the basement on which the wall projected
its shadows. It contributed to increase the
emphasis the mouth of the speaker, torn, lips
thin, tight. It contributed to increase the emphasis
the voice of the speaker, inflexible, dry, dictatorial.
It contributed to increase the emphasis the hair, bristling
on the edges of the broad bald head, like
fir forest that shelters from the wind its
bright surface, full of warts, similar
to the crust of a plum cake, which they gave
the impression that the stored realities
inside they did not have enough room.
The rigid appearance, the rigid American, the stiff legs, stiff shoulders ..., until his
same tie, accustomed to grabbing him by the
neck with a broken grip, the same
that a brutal reality, everything contributed to increase
the emphasis.
-In life, gentleman, the only thing we need
they are realities, nothing more than realities!
The speaker, the school teacher and the other person
that was present, a
little and looked around the inclined plane
in which they were offered at that moment, well
ordered, the small containers, the little heads
that they expected to be poured into
they the stream of realities, to fill them
to the very edges.