Ностромо
Chapter 1
YoushouldhaveheardGamachoharanguinghisfriendsinthestreet.Hehasahowlingvoice,andheshoutedlikemad,liftinghisclenchedfistrightabovehishead,andthrowinghisbodyhalfoutofthewindow.Ateverypausetherabblebelowyelled,‘DownwiththeOligarchs!VivalaLibertad!’Fuentesinsidelookedextremelymiserable.Youknow,heisthebrotherofJorgeFuentes,whohasbeenMinisteroftheInteriorforsixmonthsorso,somefewyearsback.Ofcourse,hehasnoconscience;butheisamanofbirthandeducation—atonetimethedirectoroftheCustomsofCayta.Thatidiot-bruteGamachofastenedhimselfuponhimwithhisfollowingofthelowestrabble.Hissicklyfearofthatruffianwasthemostrejoicingsightimaginable.”
Hegotupandwenttothedoortolookouttowardstheharbour.“Allquiet,”hesaid;“IwonderifSotilloreallymeanstoturnuphere?”
