One Hundred Years of Solitude

merchandise would have to
return empty from New
Orleans to the banana ports.
The other complaints were
common knowledge. The
company physicians did not
examine the sick but had
them line up behind one
another in the dispensaries
and a nurse would put a pill
the color of copper sulfate on
their tongues, whether they
had malaria, gonorrhea, or
constipation. It was a cure