Part III

 

¡Vamonos!

 

May 1965-April 1969

 

Ulysses speaks:

 

I put forth on the deep and open sea

With but one ship and that small company

Which until then had not forsaken me …

 

Both I and they were growing old and slow

When we were come unto that narrow strait

Where Hercules once set his landmarks

 

To warn men not to venture farther …

 

We kept our poop straight turned toward the morning.

And in our oars had wings for our mad flight.

 

Dante, “Inferno”