One Hundred Years of Solitude

mumbled in one way or
another to the accompaniment
of the accordion.

Cease, cows, Aureliano
Segundo shouted at the height
of the party. Cease, because
life is short.

            He  never   looked  better, nor

had he been loved more, nor
had the breeding of his
animals been wilder. There
was a slaughtering of so
many cows, pigs, and