One Hundred Years of Solitude

into the air but it could not lift
itself. On Thursday he
appeared in the workshop
again with the painful look of
plowed ground. The time
machine has broken, he
almost sobbed, and Úrsula
and Amaranta so far away!
Aureliano scolded him like a
child and he adopted a
contrite air. He spent six
hours examining things,
trying to find a difference
from their appearance on the