Also, more watercolors from a few weeks ago, an image from One Hundred Year of Solitude.
Father Nicanor, who had never seen checkers played that way, could not play it again. Ever more startled at Jose Arcadio Buendia's lucidity, he asked him how it was possible that they had him tied to a tree.
"Hoc est simplicissimus,: he replied. "Because I'm crazy."