One Hundred Years of Solitude

his blue eyes, lively and
close-set, revealed the
gentleness of a man who had
read all of the books. He was
wearing short pants and
soaking in perspiration, and
he did not stop his writing to
see who had come in.
Aureliano had no difficulty in
rescuing the five books that
he was looking for from that
fabulous disorder, because
they were exactly where
Melquíades had told him they