"And we are standing now, my country and I, hair in the wind, my small hand now in its huge fist and the strength is not in us, but above us, in a voice that twists the night and the audience like the penetrance of an apocalyptic wasp. And the voice declares that Europe has for centuries stuffed us with lies and swollen with pestilence, for it is not true that the work of man is finished that we have nothing to do with the world that we parasitize the world that it is enough that we put ourselves in step of the world but the work of the man has only just begun and it remains for the man to conquer all ban immobilized in the corners of its fervor and no race has the monopoly of beauty, intelligence, strength and there is room for all to go to the conquest and we now know that the sun revolves around our earth illuminating the plot that our will alone fixed and that every star falls from the sky in land at our command without limit. "