El filibusterismo kabanata 1
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El Filibusterismo Chapter Summaries 1-5
Thirteen years have passed since the events of Noli Me Tangere. At the opening of El Filibusterismo, we are greeted by old faces and introduced to new ones, and one seemingly new one.
Chapter 1: On the Upper Deck
The steamer Tabo[1] makes its way up the Pasig river one December morning. On its upper deck is Dona Victorina, traveling in search of her husband Don Tiburcio, who has fled from her abuse. On deck too are Don Custodio, the writer Ben-Zayb and Padres Salvi, Sibyla, Irene and Camorra, and the steamer’s captain. Also present is the jeweler Simoun, conspicuous for his long white hair and large blue sunglasses. He is reputed to have advisory influence over the Captain-General.
The group fall into discussing the winding path of the river. Simoun suggests digging a new canal straight from the mouth of the river passing Manila, and closing old Pasig. To achieve this, he further suggests the destruction of towns, using prisoners as laborers to eliminate the cost, and increasing forced labor among men and boys. Don Custodio and Padre Sibyla bring up the possibility of uprisings, which Simoun sharply dismisses, as he leaves the group to head below deck.
Chapter 2: On the Lower Deck
Below deck, medical student Basilio
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Chapter 1:
Sic itur ad astra.
One morning in December the steamer Tabo was laboriously ascending the tortuous course of the Pasig, carrying a large crowd of passengers toward the province of La Laguna. She was a heavily built steamer, almost round, like the tabú from which she derived her name, quite dirty in spite of her pretensions to whiteness, majestic and grave from her leisurely motion. Altogether, she was held in great affection in that region, perhaps from her Tagalog name, or from the fact that she bore the characteristic impress of things in the country, representing something like a triumph over progress, a steamer that was not a steamer at all, an organism, stolid, imperfect yet unimpeachable, which, when it wished to pose as being rankly progressive, proudly contented itself with putting on a fresh coat of paint. Indeed, the happy steamer was genuinely Filipino! If a person were only reasonably considerate, she might even have been taken for the Ship of State, constructed, as she had been, under the inspection of Reverendos and Ilustrísimos....
Bathed in the sunlight of a morning that made the waters of the river sparkle and the breezes rustle in the bending bamboo on its banks, there she goes with her white silhouette throwing out great clouds of smoke—the