One Hundred Years of Solitude

accurate aim with which he
placed his twenty cartridges
gave the impression that the
barracks was well-defended,
and the attackers blew it to
pieces with cannon fire. The
captain who directed the
operation was startled to find
the rubble deserted and a
single dead man in his
undershorts with an empty
rifle still clutched in an arm
that had been blown
completely off. He had a