One Hundred Years of Solitude

the rear through which men
were going and coming, the
matron of the rocking chair
was sitting and fanning
herself in silence. Catarino,
with a felt rose behind his ear,
was selling the gathering
mugs of fermented cane juice,
and he took advantage of the
occasion to go over to the
men and put his hand on them
where he should not have.
Toward midnight the heat
was unbearable. Aureliano