One Hundred Years of Solitude

his timidity raised a cautious
index finger.

            Its quite   simple, colonel,    he

proposed. He has to be killed.

            Colonel Aureliano   Buendía

was not alarmed by the
coldness of the proposition
but by the way in which, by a
fraction of a second, it had
anticipated his own thoughts.

            Dont    expect  me  to  give    an

order like that, he said.