One Hundred Years of Solitude

Youre the bastard.

            Im  Aureliano   Buendía.

Go to your room, José
Arcadio said.

            Aureliano   went    and did not

come out again even from
curiosity when he heard the
sound of the solitary funeral
ceremonies. Sometimes, from
the kitchen, he would see
José Arcadio strolling
through the house, smothered