One Hundred Years of Solitude

himself and the family finally
thought of him is if he were
dead. No other human
reaction was seen in him until
one October eleventh, when
he went to the. street door to
watch a circus parade. For
Colonel Aureliano Buendía it
had been a day just like all
those of his last years. At five
oclock in the morning the
noise of the toads and crickets
outside the wall woke him up.
The drizzle had persisted