One Hundred Years of Solitude

and spent the night in the red-
light district, making bets on
his strength. On the rare
occasions when Úrsula got
him to sit down at the table,
he gave signs of radiant good
humor, especially when he
told about his adventures in
remote countries. He had
been shipwrecked and spent
two weeks adrift in the Sea of
Japan, feeding on the body of
a comrade who had
succumbed to sunstroke and