One Hundred Years of Solitude

Colonel Aureliano Buendía
arrived on a muddy mule. He
had not shaved, more
tormented by the pain of the
sores than by the great failure
of his dreams, for he had
reached the end of all hope,
beyond glory and the
nostalgia of glory. In
accordance with his
arrangements there was no
music, no fireworks, no
pealing bells, no shouts of
victory, or any other