One Hundred Years of Solitude

hands was more and more
noticeable and the weight of
her feet was too much for her,
her small figure was never
seen in so many places at the
same time. She was almost as
diligent as when she had the
whole weight of the house on
her shoulders. Nevertheless,
in the impenetrable solitude
of decrepitude she had such
clairvoyance as she examined
the most insignificant
happenings in the family that