One Hundred Years of Solitude

of the founding, where later
on the banana plantations
flourished, was a bog of
rotting roots, on the horizon
of which one could manage to
see the silent foam of the sea.
Aureliano Segundo went
through a crisis of affliction
on the first Sunday that he put
on dry clothes and went out
to renew his acquaintance
with the town. The survivors
of the catastrophe, the same
ones who had been living in