"He [Aureliano II ] had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.
One Hundred Years of Solitude"
every word of this novel is nostalgic...it haunts my entire being. it makes me feel as if Gabriel Gracia Marquez deciphered my genes and wrote everything on plain sheets...one of my most favorite novels...
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