One Hundred Years of Solitude

Fernanda did not pay him any
mind, but she lowered her
voice. That night at dinner the
exasperating buzzing of the
singsong had conquered the
sound of the rain. Aureliano,
Segundo ate very little, with
his head down, and he went
to his room early. At
breakfast on the following
day Fernanda was trembling,
with a look of not having
slept well, and she seemed
completely exhausted by her