One Hundred Years of Solitude

face of adverse circumstances
was revealed. It was she who,
on her own initiative, put
aside the largest piece that
she had cut from the wedding
cake and took it on a plate
with a fork to José Arcadio
Buendía. Tied to the trunk of
the chestnut tree, huddled on
a wooden stool underneath
the palm shelter, the
enormous old man,
discolored by the sun and
rain, made a vague smile of