One Hundred Years of Solitude

but she always waited for
him, convinced that he was
going to arrive on some other
day by mistake. It happened
quite the opposite: once the
mule did not come on the
usual day. Mad with
desperation, Rebeca got up in
the middle of the night and
ate handfuls of earth in the
garden with a suicidal drive,
weeping with pain and fury,
chewing tender earthworms
and chipping her teeth on