From Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude.
by Estéban Trujillo de Gutiérrez
“Trying to overcome his disturbance, he grasped at the voice that he was losing, the life that was leaving him, the memory that was turning into a petrified polyp, and he spoke to her about the priestly destiny of Sanskrit, the scientific possibility of seeing the future showing through in time as one sees what is written on the back of a sheet of paper through the light, the necessity of deciphering the predictions so that they would not defeat themselves, and the Centuries of Nostradamus and the destruction of Cantabria predicted by Saint Milanus.”
Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude.