One Hundred Years of Solitude

that way, wrapped up in
himself, thinking about the
bitterness of his equivocal
pleasures until after the
children had become tired
and gone in a troop to the
bedroom. where they tore
down the curtains to dry
themselves, and in the
disorder they broke the rock
crystal mirror into four pieces
and destroyed the canopy of
the bed in the tumult of lying
down. When José Arcadio