One Hundred Years of Solitude

sixteen people, with new
china and silver, and even
then they had to eat lunch in
shifts. Fernanda had to
swallow her scruples and
their guests of the worst sort
like kings as they muddied
the porch with their boots,
urinated in the garden. laid
their mats down anywhere to
take their siesta, and spoke
without regard for the
sensitivities of ladies or the
proper behavior of