Colonel Aureliano Buendíadid not recover his calm for a
long time. He abandoned the
manufacture of little fishes,
ate with great difficulty, and
wandered all through the
house as if walking in his
sleep, dragging his blanket
and chewing on his quiet
rage. At the end of three
months his hair was ashen,
his old waxed mustache
poured down beside his
colorless lips, but, on the