One Hundred Years of Solitude

floating on his back, lulled by
the coolness and by the
memory of Amaranta. A few
days after arriving he put
aside his taffeta suit, which in
addition to being too hot for
the town was the only one
that he had, and he exchanged
it for some tight-fitting pants
very similar to those worn by
Pietro Crespi during his
dance lessons and a silk shirt
woven with thread from
living caterpillars and with