One Hundred Years of Solitude

the dark. Nevertheless, in the
emptiness of so many women
who came into his life in the
same way, he did not
remember that she was the
one who in the delirium of
that first meeting was on the
point of foundering in her
own tears and scarcely an
hour before her death had
sworn to love him until she
died. He did not think about
her again or about any of the
others after he went into the