One Hundred Years of Solitude

            Shes    your    sister.



            I   dont    care,   José    Arcadio

replied.

            Pietro  Crespi  mopped  his

brow with the handkerchief
that was soaked in lavender.

Its against nature, he
explained, and besides, its
against the law.

José Arcadio grew
impatient, not so much at the
argument as over Pietro