search for the philosophers
stone, which he had finally
undertaken. One afternoon
the boys grew enthusiastic
over the flying carpet that
went swiftly by the laboratory
at window level carrying the
gypsy who was driving it and
several children from the
village who were merrily
waving their hands, but José
Arcadio Buendía did not even
look at it. Let them dream, he
said. Well do better flying
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