One Hundred Years of Solitude

war from exile had Publicly
repudiated the drastic aims of
Colonel Aureliano Buendía,
but even that withdrawal of
authorization did not seem to
bother him. He had not
returned to reading his poetry,
which filled more than five
volumes and lay forgotten at
the bottom of his trunk. At
night or at siesta time he
would call one of his women
to his hammock and obtain a
rudimentary satisfaction from