One Hundred Years of Solitude

courtyard, for she did not
dare fall asleep lest she dream
of the English and their
ferocious attack dogs as they
came through the windows of
her bedroom to submit her to
shameful tortures with their
red-hot irons. Her husband,
an Aragonese merchant by
whom she had two children,
spent half the value of his
store on medicines and
pastimes in an attempt to
alleviate her terror. Finally he