One Hundred Years of Solitude

the president of the republic a
violent telegram, which the
telegrapher refused to send.
Then he enriched it with
terms of singular
aggressiveness, put it in an
envelope, and mailed it. As
had happened with the death
of his wife, as had happened
to him so many times during
the war with the deaths of his
best friends, he did not have a
feeling of sorrow but a blind
and directionless rage, a