One Hundred Years of Solitude

with rough hair, plagued with
small ticks, and the skin was
hardened with the scales of a
remora fish, but unlike the
priests description, its human
parts were more like those of
a sickly angel than of a man,
for its hands were tense and
agile, its eyes large and
gloomy, and on its shoulder
blades it had the scarred-over
and calloused stumps of
powerful wings which must
have been chopped off by a