One Hundred Years of Solitude

mass with her face covered
with a shawl, Amaranta
thought that a mysterious
recourse like that would turn
out to be so provoking that
soon a man would come who
would be intrigued enough to
search out patiently for the
weak point of her heart. But
when she saw the stupid way
in which she rejected a
pretender who for many
reasons was more desirable
than a prince, she gave up all