One Hundred Years of Solitude

way the ideal woman. He was
not mistaken. The reputation
of a bone crusher that had
preceded The Elephant had
no basis. She was not a beef
cruncher or a bearded lady
from a Greek circus, as had
been said, but the director of
a school of voice. She had
learned to eat when she was
already the respectable
mother of a family, looking
for a way for her children to
eat better and not by means of