One Hundred Years of Solitude

had been the purest and
brightest in the house an
unbearable smell of rotten
memories floated. One
morning he found Úrsula
weeping under the chestnut
tree at the knees of her dead
husband. Colonel Aureliano
Buendía was the only
inhabitant of the house who
still did not see the powerful
old man who had been beaten
down by half a century in the
open air. Say hello to your