One Hundred Years of Solitude

caprice, that brought him to
visit the doctor for the
treatment of a pain that he did
not have. In the den that
smelled of camphorated
cobwebs he found himself
facing a kind of dusty iguana
whose lungs whistled when
he breathed. Before asking
him any questions the doctor
took him to the window and
examined the inside of his
lower eyelid. Its not there,
Aureliano said, following