One Hundred Years of Solitude

do from the time he left
Macondo until he landed in
Barcelona, but nonetheless he
threw away a pair of pants
with half of his money in it
without realizing it. The night
before the trip, after nailing
up the boxes and putting his
clothing into the same
suitcase that he had brought
when he first came, he
narrowed his clam eyes,
pointed with a kind of
impudent benediction at the