One Hundred Years of Solitude

on his skin. He did not move
for a long time, wondering in
fright how he had ever got to
that abyss of abandonment,
when a hand with all its
fingers extended and feeling
about in the darkness touched
his face. He was not
surprised, for without
knowing, he had been
expecting it. Then he gave
himself over to that hand, and
in a terrible state of
exhaustion he let himself be