One Hundred Years of Solitude

all sides as she tried to
meddle in everything and as
she annoyed strangers with
her questions as to whether
they had left a plaster Saint
Joseph to be kept until the
rains were over during the
days of the war. No one knew
exactly when she had begun
to lose her sight. Even in her
later years, when she could
no longer get out of bed, it
seemed that she was simply
defeated by decrepitude, but