One Hundred Years of Solitude

wise Catalonian. They lost
their sense of reality, the
notion of time, the rhythm of
daily habits. They closed the
doors and windows again so
as not to waste time getting
undressed and they walked
about the house as Remedios
the Beauty had wanted to do
and they would roll around
naked in the mud of the
courtyard, and one afternoon
they almost drowned as they
made love in the cistern. In a