One Hundred Years of Solitude

excitement as the wanderings
of her mind. Something,
indeed, must have happened
to her mind during the third
year of the rain, for she was
gradually losing her sense of
reality and confusing present
time with remote periods of
her life to the point where, on
one occasion, she spent three
days weeping deeply over the
death of Petronila Iguarán,
her great-grandmother, buried
for over a century. She sank