One Hundred Years of Solitude

pale sweat and her eyes filled
with tears as her whole body
exhaled a lugubrious lament
and a vague smell of mud.
But she bore the impact with
a firmness of character and a
bravery that were admirable.
José Arcadio felt himself
lifted up into the air toward a
state of seraphic inspiration,
where his heart burst forth
with an outpouring of tender
obscenities that entered the
girl through her ears and