A little late with yesterday’s post, which gives me the chance to include one of the greatest of first lines, from the late Gabriel García Márquez‘s 100 Years of Solitude.
“Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.”
“Muchos años después, frente al pelotón de fusilamiento, el coronel Aureliano Buendía había de recordar aquella tarde remota en que su padre lo llevó a conocer el hielo.
A Few Reasonable Words 