One Hundred Years of Solitude

Melquíades. One burning
noon, a short time after the
death of the twins, against the
light of the window he saw
the gloomy old man with his
crows-wing hat like the
materialization of a memory
that had been in his head
since long before he was
born. Aureliano had finished
classifying the alphabet of the
parchments, so that when
Melquíades asked him if he
had discovered the language