One Hundred Years of Solitude

were letting themselves be
dragged off to death with the
age-old custom of sitting in
their doorways, although it
had been many years since
they had sold the last yard of
diagonal cloth, and in the
shadowy showcases only the
decapitated manikins
remained. The banana
companys city, which Patricia
Brown may have tried to
evoke for her grandchildren
during the nights of