One Hundred Years of Solitude

So effective was the quarantine that the day came when the emergency situation was accepted as a natural thing and life was organized in such a way that work picked up its rhythm again and no one worried any more about the useless habit of sleeping.

That spirit of social initiative disappeared in a short time, pulled away by the fever of the magnets, the astronomical calculations, the dreams of transmutation, and the urge to discover the wonders of the world

Things have a life of their own,” the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. “It’s simply a matter of waking up their souls

having lost all of his supernatural faculties because of his faithfulness to life

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

he considered childhood as a period of mental insufficiency

He had wept in his mother’s womb and had been born with his eyes open.

“If you have to go crazy, please go crazy all by yourself!”

“Things have a life of their own,” the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. “It’s simply a matter of waking up their souls.”

he could not understand how people arrived at the extreme of waging war over things that could not be touched with the hand