One Hundred Years of Solitude

Arcadio had put his neck into
the marital yoke. Rebecas
firm character, the voracity of
her stomach, her tenacious
ambition absorbed the
tremendous energy of her
husband, who had been
changed from a lazy, woman-
chasing man into an
enormous work animal. They
kept a clean and neat house.
Rebeca would open it wide at
dawn and the wind from the
graveyard would come in