One Hundred Years of Solitude

understand too well the
concatenation of the series of
subtle but irrevocable
accidents that brought him to
that point. The death of
Remedios had not produced
the despair that he had feared.
It was, rather, a dull feeling
of rage that grades ally
dissolved in a solitary and
passive frustration similar to
the one he had felt during the
time he was resigned to living
without a woman. He plunged