One Hundred Years of Solitude

after all, for people like us its
a natural death. He laid his
glasses on the bed and took
off his watch and chain. What
worries me, he went on, is
that out of so much hatred for
the military, out of fighting
them so much and thinking
about them so much, youve
ended up as bad as they are.
And no ideal in life is worth
that much baseness. He took
off his wedding ring and the
medal of the Virgin of Help