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Zita
zita by arturo b. rotor
by Arturo B. Rotor
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Arturo Belleza Rotor
June 7, 1907 – April 9, 1988
Filipino medical doctor, civil servant, musician, and writer
born in the Philippines
graduated simultaneously from the Conservatory of Music and College of Medicine from the University of the Philippines
Arturo Belleza Rotor
writer of fiction and non-fiction in English
widely considered among the best Filipino short story writers of the 20th century
charter member of the Philippine Book Guild
the Philippine government recognized his literary accomplishments by awarding him the Republic cultural Heritage Award
wife: Emma Unson
Arturo Belleza Rotor
Literary Works
The Wound and the Scar (1937)

Confidentially, Doctor (1965)

Selected Stories from the Wound and the Scar (1973)

The Men Who Play God (1983)

Dahong Palay (1928)

Zita (1930)
group 1
Group 1 Members
APARTE, Danielle Nadine C.
CASTRO, Camille Vivien A.
CULLA, Zhanaia A.
GO, Julianne G.
MADRIGAL, Patricia Alyanna Marie P.
MORALES. Mileena Nichole
VYTINGCO, Anikka Danielle
THANK YOU!
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received his Ph.D. from Cornell University on orchid biology
Arturo Belleza Rotor
served as the executive secretary under Manuel L. Quezon
appointed secretary of the Department of Health and Welfare
became the director of the University of the Philippines' Postgraduate School of Medicine
Mr. Fancisco Reteche arrived at Anayat.
Zita told her father, Don Eliodoro, what happened during her first class with Mr. Reteche.
Turong told his own story about his experience with Mr. Reteche.
Every month, there was a letter for Mr. Reteche. Once, it was delivered during class.
Zita's heart sank when Mr. Reteche did not choose to read her work.
Zita was daydreaming about Mr. Reteche– the way he acted around her and the things that changed him.
Mr. Reteche accepted Don Eliodoro's request to have private lessons with Zita.
Mr. Reteche changed a little. He was socializing with boys.
There were times when he did not received letters, but silk, slippers, necklace, and perfume.
Mr. Reteche started his lessons with Zita. Zita and Mr. Reteche had a moment, but it was interrupted with the letter Turong delivered.
A stranger came to Anayat and talked to Mr. Reteche. Zita overheard their conversation.
Zita cried because Mr. Reteche is now gone. He left Anayat.
A letter arrived for Zita. She opened the letter not knowingly tearing it apart. She puts the pieces back together again. It was only then when she realized what Mr. Reteche meant when he did the same thing days ago.
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…for the coastwise steamer did not stop at any little island of broken cliffs and coconut palms, Their mild surprise over when he spoke in their native dialect…

… for the coastwise steamer did not stop at any little island of broken cliffs and coconut palms…


• Big city origin of Mr. Reteche
• Going to a very tiny island that is not very developed.
• Mr. Reteche – a man who prefers silence and simplicity.

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They dressed him in purple and linen, in myth and mystery, put him astride a black stallion, at the wheel of a blue automobile. The name suggested the fantasy and the glitter of a place and people they never would see; he was the scion of a powerful family, a poet and artist, a prince.
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• Purple and linen (royalty)
• A black horse is a symbol of mystery and intrigue.
• blue automobile (something foreign {American influence})

… she perched wide-eyed, low-voiced, short of breath on the arm of his chair.
• Physical signs of Zita’s excitement
Father, it actually seemed that he was begging me to tell him that that was not my name, that I was deceiving him. He looked so miserable and sick.
• Zita reminds Mr. Reteche of something unpleasant.
His voice was scarcely above a whisper, Father, and all the while he looked at me begging, begging. I shook my head determinedly. My answer must have angered him. He must have thought I was very hard-headed, for he said, 'A thousand miles, Mother of Mercy… it is not possible.
• That “something” he is not pleasant with comes from his origin.
'A thousand miles, Mother of Mercy… it is not possible.
• Mr. Reteche’s expectation that this thing would not haunt him as he enters the island.

* the name Zita reminds Mr. Reteche of a past lover left in his hometown, one that has left him with his heartbroken.

"Yes, you are, my dear. But you must try to please him, he is a gentleman; he comes from the city. I was thinking… Private lessons, perhaps, if he won't ask too much."
• How good life is in a small island in the Philippines, pre WWII.
He did not sleep a wink, I am sure of it. When I came from the market the stars were already out and I saw that he had not touched the food I had prepared. I asked him to eat and he said he was not hungry. He sat by the window… I thought once that he was asleep and came near, but he motioned me away. When I awoke at dawn to prepare the nets, he was still there.
• Mr. Reteche is deeply bothered.
Every month there was a letter that came for him, sometimes two or three; large, blue envelopes with a gold design in the upper left hand comer, and addressed in broad, angular, sweeping handwriting… Carelessly he had opened the letter, carelessly read it, and carelessly tossed it aside.
• Letters from someone who lives in luxury; Mr. Reteche isn’t interested in these.
I did not know any better. Moths are not supposed to know; they only come to the light. And the light looked so inviting, there was no resisting it. Moths are not supposed to know… She did not know that any of her classmates could write so, use such words, sentences, use a blue paper to write her lessons on.
• The selection is from the person who sent the letter (Mr. Reteche’s past lover)
• Moth: lover drawn into the light (love) and that the lover does not know he/she is a lover unless he/she gets hurt by the light (love)

Esurient – greedy

Amaranth - a flower that never fades.

Peacock - a large bird with lovely gold and green feathers.

Mirash (Mirage)

• affection from Zita

• love/feelings that never truly disappears

• beauty of Zita and manliness of Mr. Reteche

• the Zita here and now is a mirage of the Zita that has broken Mr. Reteche’s heart

And what did such things as original sin, selfishness, insatiable, actress of a thousand faces mean, and who were Sirse, Lorelay, other names she could not find anywhere?
• shows the bitterness of Mr. Reteche to the Zita who broke his heart
• Sirse (Circe): character in mythology that turned men to animals; dangers of sexual entanglement
• Lorelay (Lorelei): a feminine water spirit, similar to a siren or mermaid; send sailors to death

He never went to church, but then, that always went with learning and education, did it not? /Erratic schedule of visiting the church/ "Let a peaceful man alone in his prayers."
• Life is never fully understood in logic alone.
A purple wine of which Anayat was the last precious drop. // One may drink of it and forget what lies beyond a thousand miles// or touch it to his lips in the lush shadows of the dama de noche.
• Arayat: form of escape
• Dama de Noche: story about a native princess who has felt too much ; myth related to Mr.Reteche’s past

She was not a bit sleepy; already she had counted three stars that had fallen to earth, one almost directly into that bush of dama de noche at their garden gate, where it had lighted the lamps of a thousand fireflies. He was not so forbidding now, he spoke less frequently to himself, more frequently to her; his eyes were still unseeing, but now they rested on her.
• The new relationship of Zita and Mr. Reteche
• There is hope and progress in Zita’s eyes (romatic feelings.)

She loved to remember those moments she had caught him looking when he thought she did not know. The knowledge came keenly, bitingly, like the sea breeze at dawn, like the prick of the rose's thorn, or--yes, like the purple liquid that her father gave the visitors during pintakasi which made them red and noisy. She had stolen a few drops one day, because she wanted to know, to taste, and that little sip had made her head whirl.
• Reflections of returned affect are shocking and can make you confused and uncertain.
They who have been young once say that only youth can make youth forget itself; that life is a river bed; the water passes over it, sometimes…//and finally accepted the father's request that he teach his daughter "to be a lady."

…They who have been young once…

…only youth can make youth forget itself…

but always it goes forward. When its way is obstructed it burrows deeply or swerves aside and leaves its impression

and finally accepted the father's request that he teach his daughter "to be a lady."

• Mr. Reteche’s soul is old and discouraged but Zita has somehow encouraged him now to make a difference, that he goes forward and make an impression.
They remembered the time when his walks by the seashore became less solitary, for now of afternoons, he would draw the whole crowd of village boys… And they would go home hours after sunset with the wonderful things that Mr. Reteche had told them…
• Mr. Reteche’s decisions to make a change even if he is stuck in the current situation.
Turong still remembered those ominous, terrifying nights when he had got up cold and trembling to listen to the aching groan of the bamboo floor, as somebody in the other room restlessly paced to and fro...

… the camia which had fainted away at her own fragrance…

… the kampupot, with the night dew still trembling in its heart…

… why the dama de noche must have the darkness of the night to bring out its fragrance….

…how the petals of the ylang-ylang, crushed and soaked in some liquid, would one day touch the lips of some wondrous creature in some faraway land whose eyes were blue and hair golden…

• Mr. Reteche is still troubled of his old life that haunts him.

• Love itself could let love end; how much of a good thing could be bad.

• Troubles and difficulties could haunt even the most beautiful of flowers.

• In order to be stronger or better, we have to face difficulties.

• In relation to Philippine products being imported to foreign countries

If only there would always be such things in Turong's sailboat, and none of those horrid blue envelopes that he always brought….. but the writer as well?
• Through all the positive and good things in life, life could still notice the distressful things.
"In society, women use clothes to reveal, not to hide." Was that a sneer or a smile in his eyes? The gown showed her arms … ."Why do these dresses have such bright colors?" "Because the peacock has bright feathers." "They paint their lips…" "So that they can smile when they do not want to." "And their eyelashes are long." "To hide deception."
• Points out a socialite/lady during those times; reflection of Mr. Reteche’s own presuppositions
"One would think she'd feel shy or uncomfortable, but no… oh no… not a bit… all alike… comes naturally."
• Mr. Reteche’s expectation of Zita to be unnatural at first but then compared and judged her as a typical woman who has a natural knack for these things.
If only those letters would not bother him now, he might be happy and at peace. True he never answered them, but every time Turong brought him one, he would still become thoughtful and distracted.
• The letters which are continuously received by Mr. Reteche didn’t greatly affected him now.
She'd never forget that look on his face when she came out. It was not surprise, joy, admiration. It was as if he saw somebody there whom he was expecting, for whom he had waited, prayed.
• Mr. Reteche sees another “Zita,” a mirage of his former lover in his student.
Mr. Reteche seemed so serious and so intent that she should learn quickly; but he did not deceive her, for once she happened to lean close and she felt how wildly his heart was beating.
• The Zita here isn’t the Zita he met back home; he can’t help but be reminded of her (misinterpreted by Zita as mutual liking.)
Turong came up and after his respectful "Good evening" he handed an envelope to the school teacher. It was large and blue and had a gold design in one comer; the handwriting was broad, angular, sweeping. "Thank you, Turong." His voice was drawling, heavy, the voice of one who has just awakened. With one movement he tore the unopened envelope slowly, unconsciously, it seemed to her, to pieces

"I thought I had forgotten," he murmured dully.
• Whole lesson with Zita is just a dream
• Letters are a way to wake up Mr. Reteche ( the Zita back home is alive and well)
• Doesn’t want to go back, thus, tearing the letter apart

When her sight cleared she saw that he was sitting down and trying to piece the letter together. "Why do you tear up a letter if you must put it together again?" rebelliously. He looked at her kindly. "Someday, Zita, you will do it too, and then you will understand."
• Reality is a plunge of cold water in the face.
Zita heard his knock before Mr. Reteche did and she knew what he had come for. She must have been as pale as her teacher, as shaken, as rebellious. And yet the stranger was so cordial; there was nothing but gladness in his greeting, gladness at meeting an old friend. How strong he was; even at that moment he did not forget himself, but turned to his class and dismissed them for the day.
• Mr. Reteche’ colleage arrives; both acted in according to what is appropriate infront of the students.
"…like children… making yourselves… so unhappy."
• Mr. Reteche and Zita have been acting like children, pursuing what they want regardless of consequences; making themselves unhappy (temparory happiness only.)
"…happiness? Her idea of happiness…"
• Mr. Reteche thinks Zita’s idea of happiness is different from his.
Mr. Reteche's voice was more low-pitched, hoarse, so that it didn't carry at all. She shuddered as he laughed, it was that way when he first came. "She's been… did not mean… understand.
• His sentiments towards Zita and explains also to his colleague about the situation that he’d understand.
"…learning to forget…"
• Trying to forget Zita he has left back home.
"I never realized what she meant to me until I began trying to seek from others what she would not give me."
• Realizes how the Zita back home is important to him.
She knew what was coming now, knew it before the stranger asked the question: "Tomorrow?" She fled; she could not wait for the answer.
• Mr. Reteche decides to go back home, back to his reality.
With the first flicker of light she ran to her mirror. She must not show her feeling, it was not in good form, she must manage somehow. If her lips quivered, her eyes must smile, if in her eyes there were tears… // The minutes flew, she was almost done now; her lips were red and her eyebrows penciled; the crimson shawl thrown over her shoulders just right. Everything must be like that day he had first seen her in a Spanish dress.
• Zita uses the same things Mr. Reteche has taught her to deceive him, to hide the sadness in her eyes.
The rose in her hair had too long a stem; she tried to trim it with her fingers and a thorn dug deeply into her flesh.
• Efforts of trying to make things fit.
But dimly, for the sun was too bright, or was her sight failing?--she saw a blur of white moving out to sea, then disappearing behind a point of land so that she could no longer follow it; and then, clearly against a horizon suddenly drawn out of perspective, "Mr. Reteche,"
• Mr. Reteche: how something bright could be so blurry; we choose where we focus.
They came down unchecked and when she tried to brush them off with her hand, the color came away too from her cheeks, leaving them bloodless, cold. Sometimes they got into her mouth and they tasted bitter.
• Fake faces and painted emotions could turn out so badly.
Her hands worked convulsively; there was a sound of tearing paper, once, twice. She became suddenly aware of what she had done when she looked at the pieces, wet and brightly stained with uneven streaks of red. Slowly, painfully, she tried to put the pieces together and as she did so a sob escaped deep from her breast--a great understanding had come to her.
• Zita realizes what Mr. Reteche meant.
VAlues learned:
• Sacrifice

Mr. Rechete leaves as the story nearly comes to its end. He left for the betterment of Zita. He might have known that she's falling for him and it is not the right thing. The society may think of Zita differently then and most probably it they may look at her at a bad perspective in consideration that they are in the province.
VAlues learned:
• Control

To avoid a heartbreak just like what Zita experienced, it is important to have control of what you feel. Zita, in this case, had a free-fall into love. She developed feelings for Mr. Rechete without considering the possible consequences.
insights gained:
•True happiness cannot be gained from superficial things.

In the story, Zita, who is from the province, was taught how to become like one of the women living in the city. She was subjected to the society's norms of beauty: how one should act, how one should dress, etc... Zita transformed from being a simple "probinsyana" to a well-groomed city girl who. However, despite this transition, Zita still encountered sadness. This shows that true happiness doesn't come from superficial things such as beauty or fame. True happiness lies in the greater things in life: love, friendship, etc.
• Say what you want to say before it's too late.
insights gained:
Plenty of things were left unsaid among the characters in the story. For example, although it isn't explicitly stated, the letter Mr. Reteche received and tore apart likely contained words from a significant other which were unfortunately, said too late. Also, the letter Zita received from Mr. Reteche most probably had a message which sadly got to her a little too late as well. While the people important to us are still around, we should make the most of the time we have together and tell them what we really think or feel. "Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable." (Sydney J. Harris)
Danielle Nadine C. Aparte
Camille Vivien A. Castro
Zhanaia A. Culla
Julianne G. Go
Patricia Alyanna P. Madrigal
Mileena Nichole T. Morales
Kessiah Cathie S. Ong
Anikka Danielle A. Vytingco
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