One Hundred Years of Solitude

husband, who had been
forgotten under the chestnut
tree. Look what weve come
to, she would tell him as the
June rains threatened to
knock the shelter down. Look
at the empty house, our
children scattered all over the
world, and the two of us
alone again, the same as in
the beginning. José Arcadio
Buendía, sunk in an abyss of
unawareness, was deaf to her
lamentations. At the