One Hundred Years of Solitude

caused a breakdown at the
power plant. But on the
following day, at eight in the
morning, she took the last
stitch in the most beautiful
piece of work that any
woman had ever finished, and
she announced without the
least bit of dramatics that she
was going to die at dusk. She
not only told the family but
the whole town, because
Amaranta had conceived of
the idea that she could make