One Hundred Years of Solitude

eyes. He did not pay any
attention because he was
listening to the forming of the
troops, the sound of the
comets, and the voices of
command that were shattering
the dawn. Even though after
so many years of war they
should have sounded familiar
to him this time he felt the
same weakness in his knees
and the same tingling in his
skin that he had felt in his
youth in the presence of a