One Hundred Years of Solitude

and the feeling that he was
being strangled within by the
claws of a crab. It was then
that he understood that for all
of the magical pessaries that
he destroyed and all the
conjuring hens that he
soaked, the single and sad
piece of truth was that he was
dying. He did not tell anyone.
Tormented by the fear of
dying without having sent
Amaranta Úrsula to Brussels,
he worked as he had never