One Hundred Years of Solitude

there was no trace remaining
of the race of the Buendía. Its
a mistake, José Arcadio
Buendía thundered. They
wont be houses of glass but
of ice, as I dreamed, and there
will always be a Buendía, per
omnia secula seculorum.
Úrsula fought to preserve
common sense in that
extravagant house, having
broadened her business of
little candy animals with an
oven that went all night