One Hundred Years of Solitude

began the second part of the
program. In the middle of the
piece someone whispered the
news in her ear and the
session stopped. When he
arrived home, Aureliano
Segundo had to push his way
through the crowd to see the
corpse of the aged virgin,
ugly and discolored, with the
black bandage on her hand
and wrapped in the
magnificent shroud. She was
laid out in the parlor beside