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The ferocity of Santiago Nasar's fate, which had collected twenty years of happiness from him not only with his death but also with the dismemberment of his body and its dispersion and extermination. The 18th century Spanish writer, Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, was commenting on the harshness of nature. The man was not executed immediately after being arrested, but rather after spending six years in jail awaiting trial. He was put on trial for his political views.
He managed to escape from jail several times, but without much success. After finally being caught, he was tied to a post for public torture. He lost no time in talking about his experiences to the priest who visited him regularly, but Cervantes ended up getting killed by the Inquisition before he could reveal any other details he knew about them.
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