Apr 8, 2013
Upset by two nostalgias facing each other like two mirrors, he lost his marvelous sense of unreality and he ended up recommending . . . that they forget everything he had taught them about the world and the human heart, that they shit on Horace, and that whatever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end. - Gabriel Garcia Marquez -