One Hundred Years of Solitude

remembered that Colonel
Gerineldo Márquez had once
promised to get him a horse
with a white star on its face
and that he had never spoken
about it again. Then he went
on toward scattered episodes
but he brought them back
without any judgment
because since he could not
think about anything else, he
had learned to think coldly so
that inescapable memories
would not touch any feeling.