One Hundred Years of Solitude

undertakings. He stopped
eating. He stopped sleeping.
Only the vigilance and care of
Rebeca kept him from being
dragged off by his
imagination into a state of
perpetual delirium from
which he would not recover.
He would spend the nights
walking around the room
thinking aloud, searching for
a way to apply the principles
of the pendulum to oxcarts, to
harrows, to everything that