One Hundred Years of Solitude

himself under the orders of
the squad after drinking a cup
of black coffee. The leader of
the squad, a specialist in
summary executions, had a
name that had much more
about it than chance: Captain
Roque Carnicero, which
meant butcher. On the way to
the cemetery, under the
persistent drizzle, Arcadio
saw that a radiant Wednesday
was breaking out on the
horizon. His nostalgia