One Hundred Years of Solitude

had brought from the swamp
to officiate at the wedding-
was an old man hardened by
the ingratitude of his
ministry. His skin was sad,
with the bones almost
exposed, and he had a
pronounced round stomach
and the expression of an old
angel, which came more
from, simplicity than from
goodness. He had planned to
return to his pariah after the
wedding, but he was appalled