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in his manly vanity, in his lavishness with his gifts,zon from within the monkish hood sha日韩人体艺术dowing his face, he would utter the u日韩人体艺术sual exordium of his remorseless wisdom: “Vous autres gentilhommes!” in a caustic tone that hangs on my ear yet. Like Nostromo! “You hombres finos!” Very much like Nostromo. But Dominic the Co日韩人体艺术rsican nursed a certain pride of ancestry from which my Nostromo is free; for Nostromo’s lineage had to be more ancient still. He is a man with the weight of countless generations behind him and no parentage to boast of. . . . Like the People.

In his firm grip on the earth he inherits, in the obscure sense of his greatness and in his faithful devotion with something despairing as well as , in his improvidence and generosity,