One Hundred Years of Solitude

sat down to write. The
inkwell that she had placed at
her right would be on the left,
the blotter would be lost and
she would find it two days
later under her pillow, and the
pages written to José Arcadio
would get mixed up with
those written to Amaranta
Úrsula, and she always had
the feeling of mortification
that she had put the letters in
opposite envelopes, as in fact
happened several times. On