They call me....the stranger

>they call me....the stranger...

jesus christ...how, I mean, fucking HOW did this shit win a nobel prize?

Camus is a fucking hack

u kidding? his books are fucking great, le mythe de sysiphe c'est très bon!!

Fuck off back to /tv/ niggerfaggot

>Then he skipped again to anticipate the predictions and ascertain the date and circumstances of his death. Before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.

jesus christ...how, I mean, fucking HOW did this shit win a nobel prize?

García Marquez is a fucking hack

are there actually translations where he says this

Cause he was a comnie in a land far away from europe.

That line doesn't exist in the book in any language you tard

Try not to think of nobel prizes as objective awards of merit, in the sense that the subject is "better" than any other literature. Try to think of it more in terms of a piece that happens to capture the literary zeitgeist of its particular location in history, and a reflection of the ethos of its time, so to speak.

This mong thinks op is serious lel

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