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THE GENERAL IN HIS LABYRINTH.
GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ.
Colombian novelist, Nobel Prize winner for Literature in 1982 and one of the great masters of world literature. Gabriel García Márquez was the fundamental figure of the so-called Boom of Hispanic American literature and magical realism.
THE GENERAL IN HIS LABYRINTH.
It seems that the devil runs the things of my life.
(Letter to Santander, August 4, 1823).
José Palacios, his oldest servant, found him floating in the cleansing waters of the bathtub, naked and with his eyes open, and he thought he had drowned. He knew that was one of his many ways of meditating, but the ecstatic state in which he lay adrift seemed like someone who was no longer of this world. He did not dare to approach, but called him in a low voice in accordance with the order to wake him before five o'clock to travel at first light. The general emerged from the spell, and saw in the gloom the blue and diaphanous eyes, the frizzy squirrel-colored hair, the impassive majesty of his daily butler holding in his hand the cup of poppy infusion with rubber. The general loosely grasped the handles of the tub, and emerged from the medicinal waters with a dolphin-like momentum that was not to be expected in such a wasteful body. "Let's go," he said. "Flying, nobody wants us here."
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By THE GENERAL IN HIS LABYRINTH.
GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ.
Colombian novelist, Nobel Prize winner for Literature in 1982 and one of the great masters of world literature. Gabriel García Márquez was the fundamental figure of the so-called Boom of Hispanic American literature and magical realism.
THE GENERAL IN HIS LABYRINTH.
It seems that the devil runs the things of my life.
(Letter to Santander, August 4, 1823).
José Palacios, his oldest servant, found him floating in the cleansing waters of the bathtub, naked and with his eyes open, and he thought he had drowned. He knew that was one of his many ways of meditating, but the ecstatic state in which he lay adrift seemed like someone who was no longer of this world. He did not dare to approach, but called him in a low voice in accordance with the order to wake him before five o'clock to travel at first light. The general emerged from the spell, and saw in the gloom the blue and diaphanous eyes, the frizzy squirrel-colored hair, the impassive majesty of his daily butler holding in his hand the cup of poppy infusion with rubber. The general loosely grasped the handles of the tub, and emerged from the medicinal waters with a dolphin-like momentum that was not to be expected in such a wasteful body. "Let's go," he said. "Flying, nobody wants us here."