One Hundred Years of Solitude

uneasiness of the war, until
the ceramic pots would begin
to vibrate in the cupboard and
she would get up to warm the
meal, much before the
appearance, first, of the
mangy hounds, and then of
the colossus in leggings and
spurs with a double-barreled
shotgun, who sometimes
carried a deer on his shoulder
and almost always a string of
rabbits or wild ducks. One
afternoon, at the beginning of