One Hundred Years of Solitude

Melquíades many times, and
with so much more pleasure
when he could not understand
them. He became accustomed
to the sound of the rain,
which after two months had
become another form of
silence, and the only thing
that disturbed his solitude
was the coming and going of
Santa Sofía de la Piedad. He
asked her, therefore, to leave
the meals on the windowsill
and padlock the door. The