One Hundred Years of Solitude

boater, and he would carry a
willow stick in his hand. His
pale eyes accentuated his
look of a sailor and his small
mustache looked like the fur
of a squirrel. Although he
was at least fifteen years
older than his wife, his alert
determination to make her
happy and his qualities as a
good lover compensated for
the difference. Actually, those
who saw that man in his
forties with careful habits,