One Hundred Years of Solitude

unraveling and whose
meaning, nevertheless, he
was unable to interpret. José
Arcadio would bring slices of
ham to him in his room,
sugared flowers which left a
spring-like aftertaste in his
mouth, and on two occasions
a glass of fine wine. He was
not interested in the
parchments, which he thought
of more as an esoteric
pastime, but his attention was
attracted by the rare wisdom