One Hundred Years of Solitude

weeping that lasted for
several days, the cause of
which was not known even
by Amaranta. Her hermetism
was not odd. Although she
seemed expansive and
cordial, she had a solitary
character and an impenetrable
heart. She was a splendid
adolescent with long and firm
bones, but she still insisted on
using the small wooden
rocking chair with which she
had arrived at the house,