One Hundred Years of Solitude

seraphic

“A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground.”

He was wearing short pants and soaking in perspiration, and he did not stop his writing to see who had come in.

perturbation,

lugubrious

bilious

temerity,

He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.

Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia.