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"The hours dragged on. Matt practiced on his guitar, a skill he was developing without Mr. Ortega’s help. The music master was unable to keep his hands on the instrument and thus was unable to detect mistakes. After a while Matt switched to reading Tam Lin’s present. The bodyguard was fond of nature books, although he read them at a painfully slow rate. Matt already had books on wildlife, camping, map reading, and survival that Tam Lin fully expected him to study. Tam Lin drilled him when they went on expeditions in the Ajo Mountains. "

This makes me think of how Mr. Ortega and Tam Lin teach Matt about reading and learning how to play music even though the clones are supposed to be illiterate.

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"You're like an animal", complained Maria as she stood in the doorway of Matt's room. "You hide in here like a bear in a cave"

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"Then, amazingly, the curtains at the far end of the salon parted and El Patron walked in."

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¨your like a wild animal, complained Maria as she stood in the doorway of mtts room. you hide in here like a bear cave.¨- Livy

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It was when Matt confessed that he was the pig at party

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"Matt saw the dusty cornfields and the purple mountains of Durango. He saw the streams that roared with water two months of the year and were as dry as bone the rest of the time."

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¨Maria took furball everywhere. Tam Line complained that it wasn't a dog, but a hairy tumor growing out of her arm. He offered to take her to a doctor and have it removed.¨

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"It was the one time Matt could ask for anything he wanted. He could force the Alacrans to pay attention to him"

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"Matt lived for these expeditions. El Patron would have had a heart attack if he'd known how many cliffs Matt climbed and how many rattlesnakes he teased out of the rocks. But they made Matt feel strong and free"

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Why does Matt force Maria to give him a kiss. Why did Matt use his power to do that. Maria had to kiss because he´s a clone of the El Pardo who has a lot of power. Will Matt be more like El pardo

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It wasn’t long before Matt added musical ability to his growing list of accomplishments.He could read ten years beyond his level, do math that left Tam Lin bewildered—and irritated—and speak both English and Spanish fluently. In addition, his art grew better by the day. He threw himself into studying everything that came before him. Matt could name the planets, the brightest stars, and all the constellations. He memorized the names of countries, their capitals and chief exports. He was in a rage to learn. He would excel, and then everyone would love him and forget he was a clone.

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Matt discovered he could re-create the songs Celia sang to him, using one finger. Felicia used all ten, but he hadn’t figured out how to do that yet. Even so, the ability to create music filled him with a joy too large to contain. He forgot where he was. He forgot he was a clone.The music made up for everything—the silent contempt of the servants, Steven’s and Emilia’s snubs, Tom’s hatred.“So this is where you get to,” said Tam Lin. Matt swung around, almost tumbling off the bench. “Don’t stop. You’ve got a real talent there. Funny, I never thought of El Patrón as being musical.”

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One afternoon Matt was alarmed to see the doctor arrive with Felicias drink instead of a servant. “Oh, Willum,” she moaned as he mixed in the ice. “He doesn’t talk to me anymore. He looks right through me as though I weren’t there.”“It’s all right,” soothed the doctor. “I’m here. I’ll take care of you.” He opened his black bag and took out a syringe. Matt held his breath. The doctor had given him a shot when he was sick and he’d hated it! Matt watched, fascinated, as Felicia’s arm was swabbed and the needle jammed in. Why didn’t she cry out? Couldn’t she feel it?

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Matt crept out of his hiding place. He reached out to touch the keys—and heard Felicia’s listless voice in the hallway... Matt panicked. He darted into a closet behind the piano and shut the door an instant before Felicia came into the room... Matt felt around until he found a light switch... On the inner wall, under a knot of webs that would have made Dracula happy, Matt found another light switch. He flipped it on. He recoiled against a heap of music when part of the wall slid open and threw up a cloud of dust that made him choke... When the dust had settled, Matt saw a narrow, dark hallway. He peered around the corner. An empty passage stretched both to the left and to the right...This was even better than an episode of El Látigo Negro, Matt thought, hugging the secret to himself. This was a place that belonged to him alone. Not even Tam Lin could find him if he wanted to hide.

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Felicia—Benito’s, Stevens, and Tom’s mother—played the piano in the afternoons. Her crashing chords echoed from the music room. She attacked the piano with a fervor completely different from her usual, sluggish self, and Matt liked to hide behind the potted plants to listen... After a while Felicia would run out of energy. Trembling and pale, she would hunch over the keys, and this was the signal for a servant to bring her a brown liquid in a beautiful, cut-glass bottle. The servant would mix a drink—Matt loved the clink of ice—and place it in Felicia’s hand. She would drink until the trembling stopped. Then she would wilt over the piano like one of Celia’s spinaches when Tam Lin forgot to water the garden. Maids had to carry her away to her apartment.

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I notice that Felicia drinks alcohol while she plays the piano. It seems like she drinks so much that she is unable to take care of herself because maids have to carry her away. I wonder why she drinks so much. I wonder how her children feel about it.

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“An eejit is a person or animal with an implant in its head,” said Tam Lin.“Like the horse?” said Matt as a terrible thought occurred to him.“Correct. Eejits can do only simple things. They pick fruit or sweep floors or, as you’ve seen, harvest opium.”“The Farm workers are eejits!” cried Matt.“That’s why they work without resting until the foreman orders them to stop and why they don’t drink water unless someone tells them to.”

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I wonder why any person would agree to have an implant put into their brain and make them dumber or only able to do simple things.

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A long, long time ago some doctors took a piece of skin from El Patrón. They froze it so it would keep. Then, about eight years ago, they took a bit of that skin and grew it into a whole new El Patrón. Only they had to start at the beginning with a baby. That was you.”“That was me?” asked Matt.“It was.”“So I’m just a piece of skin?”“Now I’ve gone and upset you,” said Tam Lin. “The skin was what you might call a photograph. All the information was there to grow a real copy—skin, hair, bones, and brain—of a real man. You’re exactly like El Patrón when he was seven years old.”

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This makes me think of nature vs. nurture. Is Matt exactly like El Patron was when he was 7 years old? Or is he different because of the people in his life and experiences he's had, good and bad.

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“This is what you call an oasis,” said Tam Lin, throwing down his pack and taking out food for the picnic. “Not bad, eh?” “Not bad!” agreed Matt, accepting a sandwich. “I found this place years ago when I first started working for El Patrón. The Alacráns don’t know about it. If they did, they’d run a pipe in here and take out all the water. I hope I can count on you to keep the secret.”

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I wonder why the Alacrans would drain the water. What would they do with the water?

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“Can’t we take the horse?” said Matt, looking doubtfully at the streambed snaking into the hills. “It wouldn’t obey. It’s programmed to stay on the Farm.” “I don’t understand.” “It’s a Safe Horse, which means it has an implant in its head. It won’t bolt or jump. It won’t even drink unless you tell it to.”

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I notice that horses and clones get implants put into their brains. I had predicted that these implants make the cloned people easier to control. This makes sense because farmers want their horses to obey.

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“The man is dead. Heat or lack of water killed him. The cleanup crews at the end of the day will find him.”

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This shows how poorly the farmers are treated. They are dehumanized in that they aren't cared for. If they die, they are simply "cleaned up" at the end of the day.