One Hundred Years of Solitude

a straitjacket of cobwebs. It
was then that it occurred to
her that her clumsiness was
not the first victory of
decrepitude and darkness but
a sentence passed by time.
She thought that previously,
when God did not make the
same traps out of the months
and years that the Turks used
when they measured a yard of
percale, things were different.
Now children not only grew
faster, but even feelings