One Hundred Years of Solitude

crystal mirrors. At the same
time he was more of a
carouser and spendthrift than
ever. On the train, which
arrived every day at eleven
oclock, he would receive
cases and more cases of
champagne and brandy. On
the way back from the station
he would drag the improvised
cumbiamba along in full view
of all the people on the way,
natives or outsiders,
acquaintances or people yet