One Hundred Years of Solitude

examining with scientific
interest the inside of houses
in ruin, the metal screens on
the windows broken by rust
and the dying birds, and the
inhabitants bowed down by
memories. He tried to
reconstruct in his imagination
the annihilated splendor of
the old banana-company
town, whose dry swimming
pool was filled to the brim
with rotting mens and
womens shoes, and in the