"Look at the air, listen to the buzzing of the sun, the same as yesterday and the day before. Today is Monday too.

'What day is today?'
Aureliano told him that it was Tuesday.
`I was thinking the same thing,' Jose Arcadio Buendia said, `but suddenly I realized that it's still Monday, like yesterday. Look at the sky, look at the walls, look at the begonias. Today is Monday too.'

Mmmm, day - sun shines down - the air seems sharp and white like I am being interrogated by morning and I squint my eyes and try to keep a straight face and say nothing ( Read more... )