One Hundred Years of Solitude

everyone expected, Arcadio
did not have him shot.

            To  my  great   honor,  he  said,

I am not a Buendía.

            Those   who knew    the secret

of his parentage thought that
the answer meant that he too
was aware of it, but he had
really never been. Pilar
Ternera, his mother, who had
made his blood boil in the
darkroom, was as much an
irresistible obsession for him