Chronicle of a Death Foretold

by Gabriel García Márquez

“Love can be learned too.”

There had never been a death more foretold.

“When you sacrifice a steer you don’t dare look into its eyes.”

So it was inconceivable that they would suddenly abandon their pastoral spirit to avenge a death for which we all could have been to blame.

I remember thinking that distress like theirs could only be put on in order to hide other, greater shames.

My personal impression is that he died without understanding his death.

everyone knew that Santiago Nasar was about to die and they didn’t dare touch him.

Fatality makes us invisible.