Name: One Hundred Years of Solitude
ISBN: 9780141184999

作者: Gabriel Garcia Marquez
出版社: Penguin Classics
原作名: Cien años de soledad
译者: Gregory Rabassa
出版年: 2000-8-31
页数: 422
定价: USD 18.60
装帧: Paperback
丛书: Penguin Modern Classics
ISBN: 9780141184999

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加西亚•马尔克斯（Gabriel García Márquez）1927年出生于哥伦比亚马格达莱纳海滨小镇阿拉卡塔卡。童年与外祖父母一起生活。1936年随父母迁居苏克雷。1947年考入波哥大国立大学。1948年因内战辍学，进入报界。五十年代开始发表文学作品。六十年代初移居墨西哥。1967年出版《百年孤独》。1982年获诺贝尔文学奖。

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失眠症最可怕之处不在于让人毫无倦意不能入睡，而是会不可逆转地恶化到更严重的境地：遗忘。也就是说，患者慢慢习惯了无眠的状态，就开始淡忘童年的记忆，继之以事物的名称和概念，最后是各人的身份，以至失去自我，沦为没有过往的白痴。 (查看原文)

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人们一派懈怠，而遗忘却日渐贪婪，无情地吞噬一点一滴的记忆。 (查看原文)

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　　Penguin Modern Classics (共264册), 这套丛书还有《One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich (Penguin Modern Classics)》,《The Adventures of Augie March》,《Of Love and Hunger》,《Orwell in Spain (Penguin Modern Classics)》,《Cities of the Red Night》等。

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阿落 2007-01-10 15:52:57 上海译文出版社1989版

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石头摇篮 2013-07-20 23:38:20 南海出版公司2011版

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茉莉 2007-09-20 19:07:23 上海译文出版社1989版

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Rilke 2011-06-04 23:27:24 南海出版公司2011版

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Claudia 2009-03-03 20:13:11 上海译文出版社1989版

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Then he gave himself over to that hand, and in a terrible state of exhaustion he let himself be led to a shape- less place where his clothes were taken off and he was heaved about like a sack of Potatoes and thrown from one side to the other in a bottomless darkness in which his arms were useless, where it no longer smelled of woman but of ammonia, and where he tried to remember her face and fo...
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Then he gave himself over to that hand, and in a terrible state of exhaustion he let himself be led to a shape- less place where his clothes were taken off and he was heaved about like a sack of Potatoes and thrown from one side to the other in a bottomless darkness in which his arms were useless, where it no longer smelled of woman but of ammonia, and where he tried to remember her face and found before him the face of Ursula, confusedly aware that he was doing some thing that for a very long time he had wanted to do but that he had imagined could really never be done, not knowing what he was doing because he did not know where his feet were or where his head was, or whose feet or whose head. and feeling that he could no longer resist the glacial rumbling of his kidneys and the air of his intestines, and fear, and the bewildered anxiety to flee and at the same time stay forever in that exasperated silence and that fearful solitude.
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Then he gave himself over to that hand, and in a terrible state of exhaustion he let himself be led to a shape- less place where his clothes were taken off and he was heaved about like a sack of Potatoes and thrown from one side to the other in a bottomless darkness in which his arms were useless, where it no longer smelled of woman but of ammonia, and where he tried to remember her face and fo...
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Then he gave himself over to that hand, and in a terrible state of exhaustion he let himself be led to a shape- less place where his clothes were taken off and he was heaved about like a sack of Potatoes and thrown from one side to the other in a bottomless darkness in which his arms were useless, where it no longer smelled of woman but of ammonia, and where he tried to remember her face and found before him the face of Ursula, confusedly aware that he was doing some thing that for a very long time he had wanted to do but that he had imagined could really never be done, not knowing what he was doing because he did not know where his feet were or where his head was, or whose feet or whose head. and feeling that he could no longer resist the glacial rumbling of his kidneys and the air of his intestines, and fear, and the bewildered anxiety to flee and at the same time stay forever in that exasperated silence and that fearful solitude.
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Poverty was the servitude of love. Both looked back then on the wild revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled formication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude.
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