One Hundred Years of Solitude

everywhere with its dull
rattle. In that discomfort,
breathing quicklime and tar,
no one could see very well
how from the bowels of the
earth there was rising not
only the largest house is the
town, but the most hospitable
and cool house that had ever
existed in the region of the
swamp. José Buendía, trying
to surprise Divine Providence
in the midst of the cataclysm,
was the one who least