One Hundred Years of Solitude

that that meal was not true
either. Aureliano, whose
world at that time began with
Melquíades parchments and
ended in Nigromantas bed,
found a stupid cure for
timidity in the small
imaginary brothel. At first he
could get nowhere, in rooms
where the proprietress would
enter during the best
moments of love and make all
sorts of comments about the
intimate charms of the