(song lyrics) Plaza de España. Sunset, the long lights struck the avenues into heroic distortion, rounding out bravely the great circle, with its inner and outer lanes of traffic, the massive statues, the corner booths where already the evening edition of the few newspapers still in print were selling out, the beautiful faces of the group of boys at the bullring corner. The face of Hans acquired the philosophic planes Helen had noticed in the Moncada evening; day left him active, reduced his forehead and cheeks to live-wood vigor, but evening, night, touched his mouth and eyes, making the thought apparent. Plaza de España, the bullring corner, with its new sign up, MOBILIZATION CENTER They saw that first, as they came down the Rambla: the two boys standing with their arms locked, head down, talking quietly a moment before they went into the entrance. The guards stationed there stopped them with questions, then motioned them in with their carbines. Hans was reading a note in the late paper.
