One Hundred Years of Solitude

her shoulders and her
eyelashes, which looked as if
they were artificial. He
thought about his people
without sentimentality, with a
strict dosing of his accounts
with life, beginning to
understand how much he
really loved the people he
hated most. The president of
the court-martial began his
final speech when Arcadio
realized that two hours had
passed. Even if the proven