One Hundred Years of Solitude

beginning of his madness he
would announce his daily
needs with urgent Latin
phrases. In fleeting clear
spells of lucidity, when
Amaranta would bring him
his meals he would tell her
what bothered him most and
would accept her sucking
glasses and mustard plasters
in a docile way. But at the
time when Úrsula went to
lament by his side he had lost
all contact with reality. She