One Hundred Years of Solitude

go to the kitchen or the toilet,
and that he was not a man to
play tricks. So in the end she
believed that it was the
mischief of elves and she
decided to secure everything
in the place where she would
use it. She tied the shears to
the head of her bed with a
long string. She tied the pen
and the blotter to the leg of
the table, and the glued the
inkwell to the top of it to the
right of the place where she