Jose Rizal Novels

University of Perpetual Help System Dalta Alabang-Zapote Road, Pamplona III, Las Pinas City Dedication of Jose Rizals Novels Noli Me Tangere And El Filibusterismo Submitted to Mr. Mason (Professor in Life and Works of Rizal) Submitted by Rosemarie R. Lubay Noli Me tangere In the muniment of human adversity, there is etched a cancer, of a breed so malignant that the least contact exacerbates it and stirs in it the sharpest of pains.And thus, many times amidst innovational cultures I hire wanted to evoke you, more or lesstimes for memories of you to keep me company, new(prenominal) times, to compare you with other nations many times your beloved image appears to me discompose with a social cancer of similar malignancy. Desiring your well-being, which is our own, and searching for the best cure, I will do with you as the ancients of old did with their afflicted expose them on the steps of the temple so that each one who would come to invoke the Divine, would propose a cure for t hem El FilibusterismoTo the memory of the priests, Don Mariano Gomez (85 geezerhood old), Don Jose Burgos (30 years old), and Don Jacinto Zamora (35 years old). Executed in Bagumbayan world on the 28th of February, 1872. The Church, by refusing to degrade you, has placed in suspect the crime that has been imputed to you the Government, by surrounding your trials with mystery and shadows, causes the belief that there was some error, committed in fatal moments and all the Philippines, by worshiping your memory and call you martyrs, in no sense recognizes your culpability.In so far, therefore, as your complicity in the Cavite sedition is non suck uply proved, as you may or may not have been patriots, and as you may or may not have cherished sentiments for justice and for liberty, I have the right to dedicate my track down to you as victims of the evil which I undertake to combat. And while we wait expectantly upon Spain some day to restore your good name and cease to be answer able for your death, let these pages serve as a tardy garland of dried leaves over your unknown tombs, and let it be understood that everyone who without clear proofs attacks your memory stains his hands in your blood