For Whom the Bell Tolls - Ernest Hemingway [43]
“Yes,” the woman of Pablo said. “It is much better to joke, and you are a good man and you joke with force.”
“Listen, Pilar,” Agustín said seriously. “Something is preparing. It is not true?”
“How does it seem to you?”
“Of a foulness that cannot be worse. Those were many planes, woman. Many planes.”
“And thou hast caught fear from them like all the others?”
“Qué va,” said Agustín. “What do you think they are preparing?”
“Look,” Pilar said. “From this boy coming for the bridges obviously the Republic is preparing an offensive. From these planes obviously the Fascists are preparing to meet it. But why show the planes?”
“In this war are many foolish things,” Agustín said. “In this war there is an idiocy without bounds.”
“Clearly,” said Pilar. “Otherwise we could not be here.”
“Yes,” said Agustín. “We swim within the idiocy for a year now. But Pablo is a man of much understanding. Pablo is very wily.”
“Why do you say this?”
“I say it.”
“But you must understand,” Pilar explained. “It is now too late to be saved by wiliness and he has lost the other.”
“I understand,” said Agustín. “I know we must go. And since we must win to survive ultimately, it is necessary that the bridges must be blown. But Pablo, for the coward that he now is, is very smart.”
“I, too, am smart.”
“No, Pilar,” Agustín said. “You are not smart. You are brave. You are loyal. You have decision. You have intuition. Much decision and much heart. But you are not smart.”
“You believe that?” the woman asked thoughtfully.
“Yes, Pilar.”
“The boy is smart,” the woman said. “Smart and cold. Very cold in the head.”
“Yes,” Agustín said. “He must know his business or they would not have him doing this. But I do not know that he is smart. Pablo I know is smart.”
“But rendered useless by his fear and his disinclination to action.”
“But still smart.”
“And what do you say?”
“Nothing. I try to consider it intelligently. In this moment we need to act with intelligence. After the bridge we must leave at once. All must be prepared. We must know for where we are leaving and how.”
“Naturally.”
“For this—Pablo. It must be done smartly.”
“I have no confidence in Pablo.”
“In this, yes.”
“No. You do not know how far he is ruined.”
“Pero es muy vivo. He is very smart. And if we do not do this smartly we are obscenitied.”
“I will think about it,” Pilar said. “I have the day to think about it.”
“For the bridges; the boy,” Agustín said. “This he must know. Look at the fine manner in which the other organized the train.”
“Yes,” Pilar said. “It was really he who planned all.”
“You for energy and resolution,” Agustín said. “But Pablo for the moving. Pablo for the retreat. Force him now to study it.”
“You are a man of intelligence.”
“Intelligent, yes,” Agustín said. “But sin picardia. Pablo for that.”
“With his fear and all?”
“With his fear and all.”
“And what do you think of the bridges?”
“It is necessary. That I know. Two things we must do. We must leave here and we must win. The bridges are necessary if we are to Win.”
“If Pablo is so smart, why does he not see that?”
“He wants things as they are for his own weakness. He wants tO stay in the eddy of his own weakness. But the river is rising. Forced to a change, he will be smart in the change. Es muy vivo.”
“It is good that the boy did not kill him.”
“Qué va. The gypsy wanted me to kill him last night. The gypsy is an animal.”
“You’re an animal, too,” she said. “But intelligent.”
“We are both intelligent,” Agustín said. “But the talent is Pablo!”
“But difficult to put up with. You do not know how ruined.”
“Yes. But a talent. Look, Pilar. To make war all you need is intelligence. But to win you need talent and material.”
“I will think it over,” she said. “We must start now. We are late.” Then, raising her voice, “English!” she called. “Inglés! Come on! Let us go.”
10
“Let us rest,” Pilar said to Robert Jordan. “Sit down here, Maria, and let us rest.”
“We should continue,” Robert Jordan said. “Rest when we get there. I must see