One Hundred Years of Solitude

wide, reinforced inside with
iron plates and fastened
together with steel bolts, and
even then the smell could be
perceived on the streets
through which the funeral
procession passed. Father
Nicanor, with his liver
enlarged and tight as a drum,
gave him his blessing from
bed. Although in the months
that followed they reinforced
the grave with walls about it,
between which they threw