I'm finally reading it...

[voiceofyoureyes]

"He had not stopped desiring her for a single instant. He found her in the dark bedrooms of captured towns, especially in the most abject ones, and he would make her materialize in the smell of dry blood on the bandages of the wounded, in the instantaneous terror of the danger of death, at all times and in all places. He had fled from her in an attempt to wipe out her her memory, not only through distance but by means of a muddled fury that his companions at arms took to be boldness, but the more her image wallowed in the dung hill of the war, the more the war resembled Amaranta. That was how he suffered in exile, looking for a way of killing her with his own death..."

(GGM, 100 Years of Solitude)

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