Self-Discoveries of a Nonagenarian

“I discovered that my obsession for having each thing in the right place, each subject at the right time, each word in the right style, was not the well-deserved reward of an ordered mind but just the opposite: a complete system of pretense invented by me to hide the disorder of my nature. I discovered that I am not disciplined out of virtue but as a reaction to my negligence, that I appear generous in order to conceal my meanness, that I pass myself off as prudent because I am evil-minded, that I am conciliatory in order not to succumb to my repressed rage, that I am punctual only to hide how little I care about other people’s time. I learned, in short, that love is not a condition of the spirit but a sign of the zodiac.”

Gabriel Carcía Márquez: Memories of My Melancholy Whores


  1. says

    I read the novel in spanish, becausa is my language, I´m from Buenos Aires, and I do not write english. But…
    I dont notice this part before, maybe I´ve read it in his original version. It´s a very clever text.