One Hundred Years of Solitude

of raising a row as had been
feared, he commented, dying
with laughter, that it was the
natural destiny of literature.
On the other hand, there was
no human power capable of
persuading him not to take
along the three boxes when
he returned to his native
village, and he unleashed a
string of Carthaginian curses
at the railroad inspectors who
tried to ship them as freight
until he finally succeeded in