One Hundred Years of Solitude

of communication, as if to
punish himself for the
absolute lack of sense with
which he had chosen the
place. Well never get
anywhere, he lamented to
Úrsula. Were going to rot our
lives away here without
receiving the benefits of
science. That certainty,
mulled over for several
months in the small room he
used as his laboratory,
brought him to the conception