One Hundred Years of Solitude

suntanned hide and the
taciturn and impenetrable
perseverance of men from the
uplands. Although it took
them over an hour to pass by,
one might have thought that
they were only a few squads
marching in a circle, because
they were all identical, sons
of the same bitch, and with
the same stolidity they all
bore the weight of their packs
and canteens, the shame of
their rifles with fixed