One Hundred Years of Solitude

pernicious

At first, intoxicated by the glory of his return, by his remarkable victories, he had peeped into the abyss of greatness.

lugubrious

the secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.

“Sanskrit,”

abnegation,

prostration.

taciturn

That tardy shudder which had not figured in his forethought made his breakfast bitter.