One Hundred Years of Solitude

anything about it. He repeated
it with so much rage that it
almost seemed to be fervor,
and Captain Roque Carnicero
was touched, because he
thought he was praying.
When the squad took aim, the
rage had materialized into a
viscous and bitter substance
that put his tongue to sleep
and made him close his eyes.
Then the aluminum glow of
dawn disappeared and he saw
himself again in short pants,