One Hundred Years of Solitude

one way or another that she
could use the clavichord as an
enema. Sitting at the head of
the table, drinking a chicken
broth that landed in her
stomach like an elixir of
resurrection, Meme then saw
Fernanda and Amaranta
wrapped in an accusatory
halo of reality. She had to
make a great effort not to
throw at them their prissiness,
their poverty of spirit their
delusions of grandeur. From