One Hundred Years of Solitude

the family. She would sit in
her small rocker sucking her
finger in the most remote
corner of the house. Nothing
attracted her attention except
the music of the clocks,
which she would look for
every half hour with her
frightened eyes as if she
hoped to find it someplace in
the air. They could not get her
to eat for several days. No
one understood why she had
not died of hunger until the