One Hundred Years of Solitude

said so many times, that the
cries of children in their
mothers wombs are not
announcements of
ventriloquism or a faculty for
prophecy but an unmistakable
sign of an incapacity for love.
The lowering of the image of
her son brought out in her all
at once all the compassion
that she owed him. Amaranta,
however, whose hardness of
heart frightened her, whose
concentrated bitterness made