One Hundred Years of Solitude

suffocating heat he would
work in his brocade vest and
heavy coat of dark cloth.
Soaked in sweat, keeping a
reverent distance from the
owners of the house, he spent
several weeks shut up is the
parlor with a dedication much
like that of Aureliano in his
silverwork. One morning,
without opening the door,
without calling anyone to
witness the miracle, he placed
the first roll in the pianola