One Hundred Years of Solitude

react. Go back to sleep, she
murmured. These arent times
for things like that. Aureliano
Segundo saw himself in the
mirrors on the ceiling, saw
Petra Cotess spinal column
like a row of spools strung
together along a cluster of
withered nerves, and he saw
that she was right, not
because of the times but
because of themselves, who
were no longer up to those
things.