100 Years of Solitude: He was silent and withdrawn. he had wept in his mother's womb and had been born with his eyes open. As they were cutting the umbilical cord, he moved his head from side to side, taking in the things in the room and examining the faces of the people with a fearless curiosity. Then, [...] he kept his attention concentrated on the palm roof.
People: That's magical realism.
Reality:
People: That's magical realism.
Reality:
