One Hundred Years of Solitude

the world, the habit of
obedience had dried up the
seeds of rebellion in his heart.
So that he went back to his
enclosure, reading and
rereading the parchments and
listening until very late at
night to Fernanda sobbing in
her bedroom. One morning he
went to light the fire as usual
and on the extinguished ashes
he found the food that he had
left for her the day before.
Then he looked into her