One Hundred Years of Solitude

squeezed it, twisting it at the
ends until it regained its
natural weight. They turned
over the mat and the sweat
came out of the other side.
Aureliano was anxious for
that operation never to end.
He knew the theoretical
mechanics of love, but he
could not stay on his feet
because of the weakness of
his knees, and although he
had goose pimples on his
burning skin he could not