One Hundred Years of Solitude

irreverence. Not even his own
manuscripts were safe from
that dualism. Having learned
Catalan in order to translate
them, Alfonso put a roll of
pages in his pockets, which
were always full of
newspaper clippings and
manuals for strange trades,
and one night he lost them in
the house of the little girls
who went to bed because of
hunger. When the wise old
grandfather found out, instead