One Hundred Years of Solitude

he said to Aureliano, who
was at his silversmiths bench
with all five senses alert. He
did not linger with anyone.
He went directly to the
kitchen and there he stopped
for the first time at the end of
a trip that had begun of the
other side of the world. Hello,
he said. Úrsula stood for a
fraction of a second with her
mouth open, looked into his
eyes, gave a cry, and flung
her arms around his neck,