One Hundred Years of Solitude

was the furniture that was
absolutely necessary, the
silver candelabra and table
service, for the everyday
utensils had been sold one by
one to underwrite the costs of
her education. Her mother
had succumbed to five-oclock
fever. Her father, Don
Fernando, dressed in black
with a stiff collar and a gold
watch chain, would give her a
silver coin on Mondays for
the household expenses, and