Both described at the same time how it was always March there and always Monday, and then they understood that Josรฉ Arcadio Buendรญa was not as crazy as the family said, but that he was the only one who had enough lucidity to sense the truth of the fact that time also stumbled and had accidents and could therefore splinter and leave an eternalized fragment in a room.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezWhen I stand and contemplate my fate and see the path along which you have led me, I reach my end, for artless I surrendered to one who is my undoing and my end.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez