One Hundred Years of Solitude

For Colonel Aureliano
Buendía it meant the limits of
atonement. He suddenly
found himself suffering from
the same indignation that he
had felt in his youth over the
body of the woman who had
been beaten to death because
she had been bitten by a rabid
dog. He looked at the groups
of bystanders in front of the
house and with his old
stentorian voice, restored by a
deep disgust with himself, he