One Hundred Years of Solitude

Arcadio. Arcadio answered
her the same way. At that
instant the smoking mouths
of the rifles were aimed at
him and letter by letter he
heard the encyclicals that
Melquíades had chanted and
he heard the lost steps of
Santa Sofía de la Piedad, a
virgin, in the classroom, and
in his nose he felt the same
icy hardness that had drawn
his attention in the nostrils of
the corpse of Remedios. Oh,