One Hundred Years of Solitude

the old newspapers and
empty bottles that the
chambermaids threw out of a
gloomy hotel on the Rue
Dauphine. Aureliano could
visualize him then in a
turtleneck sweater which he
took off only when the
sidewalk Cafés on
Montparnasse filled with
springtime lovers, and
sleeping by day and writing
by night in order to confuse
hunger in the room that