A Black Feather, A poison pen...

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\"The first of the line is tied to a tree and the last is being eaten by the ants\"

"Before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was forseen 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 Aurelio Babilonia would finish decipering the parchments, and everything written on them was unrepeateble since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on the earth"

1968,1970 Gabriel Garcia Marquez One Hundred Years of Solitude

1:51 p.m. - 2002-12-11

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