One Hundred Years of Solitude

undressed, tormented by
shame, unable to get rid of
the idea that-his nakedness
could not stand comparison
with that of his brother. In
spite of the girls efforts he
felt more and more
indifferent and terribly alone.
Ill throw in other twenty
cents, he said with a desolate
voice. The girl thanked him
in silence. Her back was raw.
Her skin was stuck to her ribs
and her breathing was forced