One Hundred Years of Solitude

            Oh, all right,  she said.   But

be careful, those tiles are
rotten.

            The strangers   face    had a

pained expression of stupor
and he seemed to be battling
silently against his primary
instincts so as not to break up
the mirage. Remedios the
Beauty thought that he was
suffering from the fear that
the tiles would break and she
bathed herself more quickly