One Hundred Years of Solitude

and his armpits were studded
with sores again. Six months
before, when she had heard
talk about the armistice,
Úrsula had opened up and
swept out the bridal chamber
and had burned myrrh in the
corners, thinking that he
would come back ready to
grow old slowly among
Remedios musty dolls. But
actually, during the last two
years he had paid his final
dues to life, including