Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Autumn of the Patriarch (№ 459878)

...I honestly tell you something that others will never dare to do, although they keep it to themselves... The point is, my general, that you are not a president... no one considers you a legitimate president... you are sitting in the presidential chair only because the British put you in it... and after them the Yankees supported you with a pair of deadly eggs from their armadillo... I saw, I remember how you ran around, scurried around like a beetle, not knowing what to do, losing your head with fear when the gringos barked at you : "All! Stay alone in this dirty brothel! Let's see how you cope without us! " And if you haven’t gotten off and don’t intend to get off that chair since then, it’s not at all because you liked it so much, but because it’s simply impossible for you... fear is the point... Admit it, my general, you understand perfectly well that if you appeared on the street in the position of an ordinary mortal, people would pounce on you like shepherd dogs to get even with you...