One Hundred Years of Solitude

the first time since her return
she seemed to have a moment
of ease. Aureliano did not
need to see her to know that
she had arrived. She put her
elbows on the table, so close
and so helpless that Aureliano
heard the deep sound of her
bones, and she became
interested in the parchments.
Trying to overcome his
disturbance, he grasped at the
voice that he was losing, the
life that was leaving him, the