“Fuentes was the door that opened Mexico to the world,” my dad said.
Fuentes wrote beautifully about Mexico City, with love and anger.
Fuentes liked to point out that to scratch the surface of Mexico City was to reveal the presence of the past.
In my old notebooks, I am struck by Fuentes's consistency of vision.
Fuentes interpreted the narrative as an illustration of the difference between loving the world and shutting the world out.
Mr. Stephens, however, condenses Fuentes's account, which is truly wonderful.
I suppose the Senores Gamacho and Fuentes knew what they were doing.
Fuentes now received deputies with congratulations from the obedient provinces, especially from Hainault, Artois, and Lille.
I am a British officer, who was taken prisoner at the battle of Fuentes d'Onoro.
The cardinal-archduke came next, with Fuentes riding at his left hand.