Lit: One Hundred Years of Solitude

by Andrew Keys on February 19, 2010

The doors of the house, wide open from dawn until bedtime, were closed during siesta time under the pretext that the sun heated up the bedrooms and in the end they were closed for good. The aloe branch and loaf of bread that had been hanging over the door since the days of the founding were replaced by a niche with the Sacred Heart of Jesus. Colonel Aureliano Buendía became aware somehow of those changes and foresaw their consequences. “We’re becoming people of quality,” he protested. “At this rate we’ll end up fighting against the Conservative regime again, but this time to install a kings in its place.” Fernanda very tactfully tried not to cross his path.

–Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude.

I still have Aloe on the brain, and this is another of my favorites. Watch this space for more Marquez.

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