One Hundred Years of Solitude

Segundo said.

Thats what your great-
grandfather did, Úrsula, said.
He used to talk to himself too.

            José    Arcadio Segundo,    in

the meantime, had satisfied
his wish to see a shooting.
For the rest of his life he
would remember the livid
flash of the six simultaneous
shots-and the echo of the
discharge as it broke against
the hills and the sad smile and