One Hundred Years of Solitude

chamberpots, which were
placed on the floor and all of
which had been used several
times. José Arcadio Segundo,
devoured by baldness,
indifferent to the air that had
been sharpened by the
nauseating vapors, was still
reading and rereading the
unintelligible parchments. He
was illuminated by a seraphic
glow. He scarcely raised his
eyes when he heard the door
open, but that look was