One Hundred Years of Solitude

shudder, and he felt more fear
than pleasure. She asked him
to come and see her that
night. He agreed. in order to
get away, knowing that he
was incapable of going. But
that night, in his burning bed,
he understood that he had to
go we her, even if he were
not capable. He got dressed
by feel, listening in the dark
to his brothers calm
breathing, the dry cough of
his father in the next room,