One Hundred Years of Solitude

the hardest tasks. Sometimes
she would go into the
workshop and help Arcadio
sensitize the daguerreotype
plates with an efficiency and
a tenderness that ended up by
confusing him. That woman
bothered him. The tan of her
skin, her smell of smoke, the
disorder of her laughter in the
darkroom distracted his
attention and made him bump
into things.