One Hundred Years of Solitude

Aureliano Buendía remained
standing, thoughtful, until the
door closed. Then he lay
down again with his arms
open. Since the beginning of
adolescence, when he had
begun to be aware of his
premonitions, he thought that
death would be announced
with a definite, unequivocal,
irrevocable signal, but there
were only a few hours left
before he would die and the
signal had not come. On a