One Hundred Years of Solitude

and had brought her to that
frying pan of hell where a
person could not breathe
because of the heat, and
before she had completed her
Pentecostal fast he had gone
off with his wandering trunks
and his wastrels accordion to
loaf in adultery with a wretch
of whom it was only enough
to see her behind, well, thats
been said, to see her wiggle
her mares behind in order to
guess that she was a, that she