African-style' or else 'We must make
ourselves African ancient-style.'"

The typical tree of Castile is the encina, a kind of live-oak that
grows low with dense bluish foliage and a ribbed, knotted and contorted
trunk; it always grows singly and on dry hills. On the roads one meets
lean men with knotted hands and brown sun-wizened faces that seem
brothers to the encinas of their country. The thought of Unamuno,
emphatic, lonely, contorted, hammered into homely violent phrases,
oak-tough, oak-twisted, is brother to the men on the roads and to the
encinas on the hills of Castile.

This from the end of "_Del Sentimiento Tragico de la Vida_":

"And in this critical century, Don Quixote has also contaminated
himself with criticism, and he must charge against himself, victim
of intellectualism and sentimentalism, who when he is most sincere
appears most affected. The poor man wants to rationalize the
irrational, and irrationalize the rational. And he falls victim of
the inevitable despair of a rationalism century, of which the
greatest victims were Tolstoy and Nietzsche. Out of despair he
enters into the heroic fury of that Quixote of thought who broke
out of the cloister, Giordano Bruno, and makes himself awakener of
sleeping souls, '_dormitantium animorum excubitor_,' as the
ex-Dominican says of himself, he who wrote: 'Heroic love is proper
to superior natures called insane--_insane_, not because they do
not know--_non sanno_--but because they know too
much--_soprasanno_--.'

"But Bruno believed in the triumph of his doctrines, or at least at
the foot of his statue on the Campo dei Fiori, opposite the
Vatican, they have put that it is offered by the century he had
divined--'_il secolo da lui divinato_.' But our Don Quixote,
the resurrected, internal Don Quixote, does not believe that his
doctrines will triumph in the world, because they are not his. And
it is better that they should not triumph. If they wanted to make
Don Quixote king he would retire alone to the hilltop, fleeing the
crowds of king-makers and king-killers, as did Christ when, after
the miracle of the loaves and fishes, they wanted to proclaim him
king. He left the title of king to be put above the cross.

"What is, then, the new mission of Don Quixote in this world? To
cry, to cry in the wilderness. For the wilderness hears although
men