One Hundred Years of Solitude

in the same room. he was not
aware of anything. His efforts
to systematize his
premonitions were useless.
They would come suddenly
in a wave of supernatural
lucidity, like an absolute and
momentaneous conviction,
but they could not be grasped.
On occasion they were so
natural that he identified them
as premonitions only after
they had been fulfilled.
Frequently they were nothing