One Hundred Years of Solitude

Suddenly, when anxiety had
broken down into rage, the
door opened. A few months
later, facing the firing squad,
Arcadio would relive the
wandering steps in the
classroom, the stumbling
against benches, and finally
the bulk of a body in the
shadows of the room and the
breathing of air that was
pumped by a heart that was
not his. He stretched out his
hand and found another hand