One Hundred Years of Solitude

abandoning the room that had
given him peace terrified José
Arcadio Segundo. He shouted
that there was no human
power capable of making him
go out because he did not
want to see the train with two
hundred cars loaded with
dead people which left
Macondo every day at dusk
on its way to the sea. They
were all of those who were at
the station, he shouted. Three
thousand four hundred eight.