“You see, this is what fascists do not understand about Death; they spit in her face with arrogance, rape her visage with their emblems of total war, torture her bones and the bones she keeps safe for renewal, but she has her keepers, and at one point or another we re(member) what they try to dis(member). What was it that Millán-Astray and his legion used to yell in his mangled manner? Ah yes, “¡Viva la muerte!”, qué ingratos, ni siquiera la conocen; una paradoja necia, chapucera y sin cumplido. A estos les gritamos, “¡Viva Lorca! ¡Viva Unamuno!” No nos olvidamos de su tumba sin nombre y la otra derrumbada de la verdad. A los fascistas les da un temor terrible el conocimiento. “¡Muerte a los intelectuales!” he said; me río porque se delatan a sí mismos en su culto a la estupidez. Today they drop bombs on poets, more unmarked graves to re(member).”