One Hundred Years of Solitude

letters and the anxiety of the
senders for them to arrive
quickly they would bury her
alive in their confusion. So
she set about clearing out the
house, arguing with the
intruders as she shouted at
them, and by four in the
afternoon she was successful.
At that time Amaranta had
finished dividing her things
among the poor and had left
on the severe coffin of
unfinished boards only the