One Hundred Years of Solitude

corrupted by monkey meat
and snake stew, Úrsula gave
birth to a son who had all of
his features human. She had
traveled half of the trip in a
hammock that two men
carried on their shoulders,
because swelling had
disfigured her legs and her
varicose veins had puffed up
like bubbles. Although it was
pitiful to see them with their
sunken stomachs and languid
eyes, the children survived