“The sacrifice to Legba was completed; the Master of the Crossroads had taken the loas' mysterious routes back to his native Guinea. Meanwhile, the feast continued. The peasants were forgetting their misery: dance and alcohol numbed them, carrying away their shipwrecked conscience in the unreal and shady regions where the savage madness of the African gods lay waiting.” ReligionWaitingForgetTakenSacrificeMastersConscienceMadnessLaysMiseryAlcoholMysteriousNativeRegionsSavagesRoutesPeasantsUnrealCrossroadsShadyGuinea Author:Jacques Roumain
“Peasants are a rude lot, and hard: life has hardened their hearts, but they are thick and awkward only in appearance; you have to know them. No one is more sensitive to what gives man the right to call himself a man: good-heartedness, bravery and virile brotherhood.” KnowsMenGivingHeartHardBraveryAppearanceSensitiveBrotherhoodThickAwkwardRudePeasantsHardenedHard Life Author:Jacques Roumain
