One Hundred Years of Solitude

herself examined under a
fictitious name by the banana
company doctors. But one of
the many people who
regularly brought unpleasant
news of the deluge had told
her that the company was
dismantling its dispensaries to
move them to where it was
not raining. Then she gave up
hope. She resigned herself to
waiting until the rain stopped
and the mail service was back
to normal, and in the