One Hundred Years of Solitude

was showing through her skin
and that she moved in an
atmosphere of Saint Elmos
fire, in a stagnant air where
one could still note a hidden
smell of gunpowder. He
began by advising her to
moderate the rigor of her
mourning, to ventilate the
house, to forgive the world
for the death of José Arcadio.
But Rebeca was already
beyond any vanity. After
searching for it uselessly in