“[Salamanca was] a small, bitter man with a sallow color, with a bifacial mestizo reflection. His expressionless physiognomy and cold, sidestepped eyes do not reveal any dynamism in him. no restlessness. His 70 weighed years and his old painful illness have made this old man an irascible being, full of pettiness and spiteful [...]. His poor build, his weak limbs, and his questioning face, eternally empty, keep pace with his retarded mentality [...].”