One Hundred Years of Solitude

got off the train he realized
that his wifes determination
had been provoked by a
nostalgic mirage. Certain that
she would be defeated by the
realities, he did not even take
the trouble to put his
velocipede together, but he
set about hunting for the
largest eggs among the spider
webs that the masons had
knocked down, and he would
open them with his
fingernails and spend hours