“Years later on his deathbed Aureliano Segundo would remember the rainy afternoon in June when he went into bed room to meet his first son. Even though the child was languid and weepy, with no mark of a Buendia, he did not have to think twice about naming him. "We'll call him Jose Arcadio," he said….”
One Hundred Years of Solitude / Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Translated by Gregory Rabassa