One Hundred Years of Solitude

first houses in the light of
dawn. Attracted by the smell
of coffee, he went into a
kitchen where a woman with
a child in her arms was
leaning over the stove.

            Hello,  he  said,   exhausted.

Im José Arcadio Segundo
Buendía.

            He  pronounced  his whole

name, letter by letter, in order
to convince her that he was
alive. He was wise in doing