One Hundred Years of Solitude

had been faithful to him until
the defeat. With them he
waged the sad war of daily
humiliation, of entreaties and
petitions, of come-back-
tomorrow, of any-time-now,
of were-studying-your-case-
with-the-proper-attention; the
war hopelessly lost against
the many yours-most-trulys
who should have signed and
would never sign the lifetime
pensions. The other war, the
bloody one of twenty years,