Hate dies with death, Love lives and grows in spite of the final separation
Sancho thought:
Why is it that the hate of a man – even of a man like Franco -
dies with his death, and yet love,
the love which he had began to feel for Father Quixote,
seemed now to live and grow in spite of the final separation and the final silence
- for how long, he wondered, with a kind of fear,
was it possible for that love of his to continue? -Monsignor Quixote
