One Hundred Years of Solitude

            Where   is  it? she asked   in

alarm.

            What?



            The bug!    Amaranta    said.



            Úrsula  put a   finger  on  her

heart.

            Here,   she said.



            On  Thursday,   at  two in  the

afternoon, José Arcadio left
for the seminary. Úrsula
would remember him always