One Hundred Years of Solitude

the tent. Colonel, he said, please do us the favor of not being the first to sign. Colon ...

blank. Colonel Aureliano Buendía prepared to fill it. Colonel, another of his officers said, theres ...

leading a mule carrying two chests. In spite of his entire youth he had a dry look and a patient expre ...

one by one, seventy-two gold bricks, Everyone had forgotten about the existence of that fortune. In the diso ...

control. Colonel Aureliano Buendía had the seventy-two gold bricks included in the inventory of surrender ...

The young colonel tightened his mouth. The receipt, he said. Colonel Aureliano Buendía wrote ...

of the cot, and at three-fifteen in the afternoon took his pistol and shot himself in the iodine circle t ...

She looked toward the courtyard, obeying a habit of her solitude, and then she saw José Arcadio Buendía, so ...

exhalation and she thought that it was a signal of death. She was still under the chestnut tree, ...

able to put a cord soaked in iodine in through the chest and withdraw it from the back. That ...

then he was sorry that he had not shot himself in the roof of the mouth as he had considered doing if ...

in a few hours. The same people who invented the story that he had sold the war for a room with wa ...

and to start a new war. The house was filled with gifts meant as amends. Impressed finally by the massiv ...

pretext to proclaim it. The pretext was offered, in fact, when the president of the republic ref ...

first time he left the rocker that Úrsula had bought for his convalescence, and, walking about the ...

weeks. His attitude was so just that it allowed him to hope even for the support of former ...

country with other leaders who bore watching. It was an operation that was so timely, drastic, and effectiv ...

and it was sufficient for him to look at the porch in order not to think about war again. With a vitality ...

furniture, restored the garden and planted new flowers, and opened doors and windows so that the dazzling l ...

it, Amaranta thought of Pietro Crespi, his evening gardenia, and his smell of lavender, and in the depths of her wit ...