One Hundred Years of Solitude

his bedroom. She found him
in his shorts, lying in the
hammock that he had hung
from the beams with a ships
hawser. She was so impressed
by his enormous motley
nakedness that she felt an
impulse to retreat. Excuse
me, she said, I didnt know
you were here. But she
lowered her voice so as not to
wake anyone up. Come here,
he said. Rebeca obeyed. She
stopped beside the hammock