One Hundred Years of Solitude

children, had the impression
that it was a forbidden act.

            Theyre  important   papers,

she said.

Nothing of the sort, the
colonel said. Theyre things
that a person writes to
himself.

            In  that    case,   she said,   you

burn them, colonel.

            He  not only    did that,   but he

broke up the trunk with a