One Hundred Years of Solitude

the best or the harshest of
circumstances. After lunch he
felt the drowsiness of
inactivity. Because of a kind
of scientific superstition he
never worked, or read, or
bathed, or made love until
two hours of digestion had
gone by, and it was such a
deep-rooted belief that
several times he held up
military operations so as not
to submit the troops to the
risks of indigestion. So he lay