One Hundred Years of Solitude

mournful ship that had come
to be like a sleepwalker on
the autumnal seas. Germán
and Aureliano answered his
letters. He wrote so many
during the first months that at
that time they felt closer to
him than when he had been in
Macondo, and they were
almost freed from the rancor
that he had left behind. At
first he told them that
everything was just the same,
that the pink snails were still