For Whom the Bell Tolls

by Ernest Hemingway

Guadarrama,

Guadarrama,

Navacerrada

Navacerrada

Escorial

Escorial

Segovia,

Avila,

Colmenar,

Escorial,

Manzanares e...

Segovia

Avila

Alto del León near the Escorial.

But in the meantime all the life you have or ever will have is today, tonight, tomorrow, today, tonight, tomorrow, over and over again

suppose it is possible to live as full a life in seventy hours as in seventy years;

And then, on a lousy show like this, co-ordinating two chicken-crut guerilla bands to help you blow a bridge under impossible conditions, to abort a counteroffensive that will probably already be started, you run into a girl like this Maria.

There is only now, and if now is only two days, then two days is your life

French, the language of diplomacy.

Spanish, the language of bureaucracy.

or at any of the places off the Gran Vía

or when you saw Mantegna and Greco and Brueghel in the Prado.

in the Plaza de Toros of Madrid.

El Sordo will leave plenty of tracks if he has stolen horses tonight, he thought.

“Yes. But with this of the bridge we can take Segovia.

He is a Christian. Something very rare in Catholic countries.

“Yes,” Agustín said.

The Lieutenant Berrendo

Robert Jordan shoots him at the end of the novel.

Lieutenant Berrendo,

“Now do you believe me, Paco?” he questioned Lieutenant Berrendo.

I hate these pistol brandishers, Berrendo was thinking. They cannot give an order without jerking a gun out.

Lieutenant Berrendo, who was riding at the head of the column,

“Then get Andrés and I will write it now and seal it with this seal.”

Get Andrés now and I will explain to him.

Andrés will find it easily by asking, if he knows what to ask for.

Andrés had been gone three hours.

Either you will have to blow that bridge in the morning or you will not have to.

and we are in Segovia tomorrow night.

I’ll settle for La Granja, he told himself.

All day the fascists have been fighting

among themselves near Segovia.

Navacerrada up to the front where Golz would be attacking in the morning.

25 miles from Segovia, which we visited.

but the square wooden box of the exploder was gone.

So was the cigar box with the carefully wrapped and packed detonators.

You have no need to hurt me. We have both been betrayed by Pablo.”

We shall improvise something that will do as well.”

Andrés, on his way to Golz with the message from

Robert Jordan,

Sierra de Gredos

Near Ávila, between Toledo and Salamanca which we also visited on our Gate 1 tour of Northern Spain.

will do the bridge with what we have.