One Hundred Years of Solitude

Buendías on his head.

            Aureliano,  Úrsula  said    to

him then, Promise me that if
you find that its a bad hour
for you there that youll think
of your mother.

He gave her a distant
smile, raising his hand with
all his fingers extended, and
without saying a word he left
the house and faced the
shouts, insults, and
blasphemies that would