One Hundred Years of Solitude

weight or mass, saying words
that did not come out of their
mouths and making
mysterious signals that did
not correspond to their
expressions. Catarino put a
hand on his shoulder and said
to him: Its going on eleven.
Aureliano turned his head,
saw the enormous disfigured
face with a felt flower behind
the ear, and then he lost his
memory, as during the times
of forgetfulness, and he