Сто лет одиночества
Chapter 4
Whenúrsulaundertooktheenlargementofthehouse,shehadthembuildhimaspecialroomnexttoAureliano’sworkshop,farfromthenoiseandbustleofthehouse,withawindowfloodedwithlightandabookcasewheresheherselfputinorderthebooksthatwerealmostdestroyedbydustandmoths,theflakystacksofpapercoveredwithindecipherablesigns,andtheglasswithhisfalseteeth,wheresomeaquaticplantswithtinyyellowflowershadtakenroot.ThenewplaceseemedtopleaseMelquíades,becausehewasneverseenanymore,noteveninthediningroom,HeonlywenttoAureliano’sworkshop,wherehewouldspendhoursonendscribblinghisenigmaticliteratureontheparchmentsthathehadbroughtwithhimandthatseemedtohavebeenmadeoutofsomedrymaterialthatcrumpledlikepuffpaste.ThereheatethemealsthatVisitaciónbroughthimtwiceaday,althoughinthelastdayshelosthisappetiteandfedonlyonvegetables.Hesoonacquiredtheforlornlookthatoneseesinvegetarians.Hisskinbecamecoveredwithathinmoss,similartothatwhichflourishedontheantiquevestthathenevertookoff,andhisbreathexhaledtheodorofasleepinganimal.Aurelianoendedupforgettingabouthim,absorbedinthecompositionofhispoems,butononeoccasionhethoughtheunderstoodsomethingofwhatMelquíadeswassayinginhisgropingmonologues,andhepaidattention.Inreality,theonlythingthatcouldbeisolatedintherockyparagraphswastheinsistenthammeringonthewordequinox,equinox,equinox,andthenameofAlexandervonHumboldt.
