One Hundred Years of Solitude

lawns with peacocks and
quails. The section was
surrounded by a metal fence
topped with a band of
electrified chicken wire
which during the cool
summer mornings would be
black with roasted swallows.
No one knew yet what they
were after, or whether they
were actually nothing but
philanthropists, and they had
already caused a colossal
disturbance, much more than