One Hundred Years of Solitude

pernicious

But curiosity was greater than fear,

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.

“Sanskrit,”

It was a thick night, starless, but the darkness was becoming impregnated with a fresh and clear air.

He was weary of the uncertainty, of the vicious circle of that eternal war that always found him in the same place, but always older, wearier, even more in the position of not knowing why, or how, or even when.

Always didactic, he went into a learned exposition of the diabolical properties of cinnabar,

discover the privileges of simplicity almost forty years late.

totemic