One Hundred Years of Solitude

always on the verge of
boredom and fatigue. For
Petra Cotes, however, he had
never been a better man than
at that time, perhaps because
the pity that he inspired was
mixed with love, and because
of the feeling of solidarity
that misery aroused in both of
them. The broken-down bed
ceased to be the scene of wild
activities and was changed
into an intimate refuge. Freed
of the repetitious mirrors,