One Hundred Years of Solitude

On his way back to the
workshop, seeing that the air
was beginning to dry out, he
decided that it was a good
time to take a bath, but
Amaranta had got there ahead
of him. So he started on the
second little fish of the day.
He was putting a hook on the
tail when the sun came out
with such strength that the
light creaked like a fishing
boat. The air, which had been
washed by the three-day