One Hundred Years of Solitude

another week. Only then did
he learn that his verses had
not been burned. I didnt want
to be hasty, Úrsula explained
to him. That night when I
went to light the oven I said
to myself that it would be
better to wait until they
brought the body. In the haze
of convalescence, surrounded
by Remedios dusty dolls,
Colonel Aureliano Buendía,
brought back the decisive
periods of his existence by