One Hundred Years of Solitude

not understand the
relationship of Catholicism
with life but only its
relationship with death, as if
it were not a religion but a
compendium of funeral
conventions. Amaranta was
too wrapped up in the
eggplant patch of her
memories to understand those
subtle apologetics. She had
reached old age with all of
her nostalgias intact. When
she listened to the waltzes of