The only thing he could do to stay alive was not to allow himself the anguish of that memory. He erased it from his mind, although from time to time … - Gabriel García Márquez

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The only thing he could do to stay alive was not to allow himself the anguish of that memory. He erased it from his mind, although from time to time in the years that were left to him he would feel it revive, with no warning and for no reason, like the sudden pang of an old scar.