One Hundred Years of Solitude

awakened, pressed in the vise
of his nightmares, the light in
the window and the caresses
of Amaranta in the bath and
the pleasure of being
powdered between the legs
with a silk puff would release
him from the terror. Even
Úrsula was different under
the radiant light in the garden
because there she did not talk
about fearful things but
would brush his teeth with
charcoal powder so that he