One Hundred Years of Solitude

would say to him. But his
sedentary life, which
accentuated his cheekbones
and concentrated the sparkle
of his eyes, did not increase
his weight or alter the
parsimony of his character,
but, on the contrary, it
hardened on his lips the
straight line of solitary
meditation and implacable
decision. So deep was the
affection that he and his wife
had succeeded in arousing in