One Hundred Years of Solitude

breakable, from parlor to
pantry, and he finished with
the large earthen jar in the
kitchen, which exploded in
the middle of the courtyard
with a hollow boom. Then he
washed his hands, threw the
oilcloth over himself, and
before midnight he returned
with a few strings of dried
meat, several bags of rice,
corn with weevils, and some
emaciated bunches of
bananas. From then on there