One Hundred Years of Solitude

bayonets, and the chancre of
blind obedience and a sense
of honor. Úrsula heard them
pass from her bed in the
shadows and she made a crow
with her fingers. Santa Sofía
de la Piedad existed for an
instant, leaning over the
embroidered tablecloth that
she had just ironed, and she
thought of her son, José
Arcadio Segundo, who
without changing expression
watched the last soldiers pass