One Hundred Years of Solitude

and the tormenting
hammering and the constant
noise of wooden lathings
ceased in a silence that was
startled at the order and
neatness of the music. They
all ran to the parlor. José
Arcadio Buendía was as if
struck by lightning, not
because of the beauty of the
melody, but because of the
automatic working of the
keys of the pianola, and he set
up Melquíades camera with