One Hundred Years of Solitude

darkness, he understood with
a hopeless nostalgia that he
was completely disoriented.
Sleeping in the narrow room
were the mother, another
daughter with her husband
and two children, and the
woman, who may not have
been there. He could have
guided himself by the smell if
the smell had not been all
over the house, so devious
and at the same time so
definite, as it had always been