One Hundred Years of Solitude

Indifferent to her husbands
logic, Rebeca stayed by the
window.

            Youll   see that    theyre  just

stupid enough, she said.

            On  Tuesday,    at  five-in the.

morning, José Arcadio had
drunk his coffee and let the
dogs out when Rebeca closed
the window and held onto the
head of the bed so as not to
fall down. There, theyre
bringing him, she sighed. Hes