One Hundred Years of Solitude

foreseen. When she opened
the dresser and unfolded first
the papers and then the
protective cloth, she found
the fabric of the dress and the
stitches of the veil and even
the crown of orange blossoms
perforated by moths.
Although she was sure that
she had put a handful of
mothballs in the wrappings,
the disaster seemed so natural
that she did not dare blame
Amaranta. There was less