One Hundred Years of Solitude

great teacher in the art of war,
whose attire of skins and tiger
claws aroused the respect of
adults and the awe of
children. It was then that he
decided that no human being,
not even Úrsula, could come
closer to him than ten feet. In
the center of the chalk circle
that his aides would draw
wherever he stopped, and
which only he could enter, he
would decide with brief
orders that had no appeal the