One Hundred Years of Solitude

asked him: What day is
today? Aureliano told him
that it was Tuesday. I was
thinking the same thing, José
Arcadio Buendía said, but
suddenly I realized that its
still Monday, like yesterday.
Look at the sky, look at the
walls, look at the begonias.
Today is Monday too. Used
to his manias, Aureliano paid
no attention to him. On the
next day, Wednesday, José
Arcadio Buendía went back