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“She had decided to restore Rebeca's corpse, to disguise with paraffin the damage to her face and make a wig for her from the hair of the saints. She would manufacture a beautiful corpse, with the linen shroud and a plush-lined coffin with purple trim, and she would put it at the disposition of the worms with splendid funeral ceremonies. She worked out the plan with such hatred that it made her tremble to think about the scheme, which she would have carried out in exactly the same way if it had been done out of love, but she would not allow herself to become upset by the confusion and went on perfecting the details so minutely that she came to be more than a specialist and was a virtuoso in the rites of death.”
― One Hundred Years of Solitude
― One Hundred Years of Solitude
“So you believe anyone who makes a fool of you, and you won't believe anyone who means well by you.”
― Amerika
― Amerika
“And there was that other time, some years ago, at her father's funeral, when, having understood that death, which was 'the most direct way to heaven and the angels,' was not only the result of God's will, but was something that could be chosen, and she herself was determined to find out how that worked, it was her brother who had enlightened her. She couldn't have possibly worked it out by herself: she needed him to tell her what exactly to do, a solution she might perhaps have stumbled on by herself, which was that 'rat poison would do the trick too.”
― Satantango
― Satantango
“The mere possession of a heavy overcoat made him feel vastly superior to the emaciated little man.”
― The Trial
― The Trial
“Faith and troth now, master," quoth Sancho, "you did ill to talk of death, Heaven bless us, it is no child's play; you have e'en spoiled my dinner; the very thought of raw bones and lanthorn jaws make me sick. Death eats up all things, both the young lamb and old sheep; and I have heard our parson say, death values a prince no more than a clown; all is fish that comes to his net; he throws at all, and sweeps stakes; he is no mower that takes a nap at noon-day, but drives on, fair weather or foul, and cuts down the green grass as well as the ripe corn: he is neither squeamish nor queasy-stomached, for he swallows without chewing, and crams down all things into his ungracious maw; and though you can see no belly he has, he has a confounded dropsy, and thirsts after men's lives, which he guzzles down like mother's milk.”
― Don Quixote
― Don Quixote
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