One Hundred Years of Solitude

fibrous and rough coating. He
restricted his vest-pocket
empire of worn, exotic
clothing, false perfumes, and
cheap jewelry to those places.
The only thing that seemed to
worry him in the rest of the
house were the saints on the
family altar, which he burned
down to ashes one afternoon
in a bonfire he lighted in the
courtyard. He would sleep
until past eleven oclock. He
would go to the bathroom in a