One Hundred Years of Solitude

oblivion. Aware of that
menace, Aureliano and
Amaranta Úrsula spent the
hot months holding hands,
ending with the love of
loyalty for the child who had
his beginning in the madness
of fornication. At night,
holding each other in bed,
they were not frightened by
the sublunary explosions of
the ants or the noise of the
moths or the constant and
clean whistle of the growth of