One Hundred Years of Solitude

him wandering through the
house. He was capable of
laughing, of allowing himself
from time to time a feeling of
nostalgia for the past of the
house, and of showing
concern for the state of
misery present in Melquíades
room. That drawing closer
together of two solitary
people of the same blood was
far from friendship, but it did
allow them both to bear up
better under the unfathomable