One Hundred Years of Solitude

daytime and red wine at
night, and the only one on the
whole coast who could take
pride in the fact that she took
care of her bodily needs only
in golden chamberpots, so
that Colonel Aureliano
Buendía, may he rest in
peace, could have the
effrontery to ask her with his
Masonic Ill humor where she
had received that privilege
and whether she did not shit
shit but shat sweet basil, just