One Hundred Years of Solitude

Then he thought that Gaston
was not as foolish as he
appeared, but, quite the
contrary, was a man of
infinite steadiness, ability,
and patience who had set
about to conquer his wife
with the weariness of eternal
agreement, of never saying
no, of simulating a limitless
conformity, letting her
become enmeshed in her own
web until the day she could
no longer bear the tedium of