One Hundred Years of Solitude

into a useful woman. Since
those forgotten afternoons
when her niece barely had
enough interest to turn the
crank on the sewing machine,
she had reached the
conclusion that she was
simpleminded. Were going to
have to raffle you off, she
would tell her, perplexed at
the fact that mens words
would not penetrate her. Later
on, when Úrsula insisted that
Remedios the Beauty go to