One Hundred Years of Solitude

Segundo ate with great bites,
overcome by the anxiety of
victory, The Elephant was
slicing her meat with the art
of a surgeon and eating it
unhurriedly and even with a
certain pleasure. She was
gigantic and sturdy, but over
her colossal form a
tenderness of femininity
prevailed and she had a face
that was so beautiful, hands
so fine and well cared for,
and such an irresistible