Chronicle of a Death Foretold (Marquez 2014)

splashing in a bog of hesitation

Only Arturo Caminada wept. Openly. Manly. For forty years he had served you as driver, handyman, man's man, as lover long ago for Gala, the wife you loved beyond the distance of touch or desire. For forty years he answered your call only to be omitted from the will so cleverly written to confuse and cretinize. A surrealist gesture.

discover the privileges of simplicity almost forty years late.