Two Nostalgias

"One winter night while the soup was boiling in the fireplace, he missed the heat of
the back of his store, the buzzing of the sun on the dusty almond trees, the
whistle of the train during the lethargy of siesta time, just as in Macondo he
had missed the winter soup in the fireplace, the cries of the coffee vendor, and
the fleeting larks of springtime. Upset by two nostalgias facing each other like
two mirrors, he lost his marvelous sense of unreality and he ended up
recommending to all of them that they leave Macondo, that they forget everything
he had taught them about the world and the human heart, that they shit on
Horace, and that wherever they might be they always remember that the past was
a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be
recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth
in the end."

- One Hundred Years of Solitude