For the grandfather who hasn't believed in anything since the first PRI elections. For my father, El Periquín, so skinny he needs his sleep. For Auntie Light-skin, who only a few hours before was breakfasting on brain and goat tacos after dancing all night in the pink zone. For Uncle Fat-face, the blackest of the black sheep – Always remember your Uncle Fat-face in your prayers. And Uncle Baby – You go for me, Mamá – God listens to you.

What does this excerpt from act i of romeo and juliet reveal about lord montague? montague: both by myself and many other friends: but he, his own affections' counsellor, is to himself—i will not say how true— but to himself so secret and so close, so far from sounding and discovery, as is the bud bit with an envious worm, ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, or dedicate his beauty to the sun. could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow. we would as willingly give cure as know.