One Hundred Years of Solitude

drizzle, was filled with flying
ants. Then he came to the
realization that he felt like
urinating and he had been
putting it off until he had
finished fixing the little fish.
He went out into the
courtyard at ten minutes after
four, when he heard the
distant brass instruments, the
beating of the bass drum and
the shouting of the children,
and for the first time since his
youth he knowingly fell into a