One Hundred Years of Solitude

the first time since her return she seemed to have a moment of ease. Aureliano did not need to see h ...

memory that was turning into a petrified polyp, and he spoke to her about the priestly destiny of Sanskrit, ...

Cantabria predicted by Saint Milanus. Suddenly, without interrupting the chat, moved by an impulse that ...

answering questions. They remained like that, linked by icy index fingers that did not transmit anything ...

had said good-bye to her father on the afternoon when they sent her to Brussels. You can tell ...

continued to scrutinize the sky. Encouraged by that change, Aureliano stayed to eat with the family at ...

loading of the airplane on board a ship that did not arrive, and although his shipping agents ...

not to write again and he began to suggest the possibility of a quick trip to Brussels to clear ...

brought on a vague feeling of pity. Later, when he obtained deeper information on the nature of men in the ...

Then he thought that Gaston was not as foolish as he appeared, but, quite the contrary, was a ...

the illusions close at hand and would pack the bags herself to go back to Europe. Aurelianos former ...

had not occurred to her that she was arousing something more than fraternal affection in Aureliano until ...

Then Aureliano went all out. Giving her some small, orphaned kisses in the hollow of her ...

dry in the bathroom. He told her about the anxiety with which he had asked Nigromanta to howl like ...

fingers, contracting them like a shellfish until her wounded hand, free of all pain and any vestige of pit ...

one of those afternoons proclaiming at the top of his lungs his latest discovery: a zoological brothel. It ...

colors, crocodiles as fat as pigs, snakes with twelve rattles, and a turtle with a gilded shell ...

blood-red petals and the outmoded phonograph records knew ways of love that man had left behi ...

who were arriving she saw a bony, jaundiced man with Tartar cheekbones, marked forever and from the ...

desolation of glory and the exile of disillusionment, that remote dawn when he went to her bedroom to ...