One Hundred Years of Solitude

            Úrsula  replied with    a   soft

firmness:

            If  I   have    to  die for the rest

of you to stay here, I will die.

            José    Arcadio Buendía had

not thought that his wifes will
was so firm. He tried to
seduce her with the charm of
his fantasy, with the promise
of a prodigious world where
all one had to do was sprinkle
some magic liquid on the
ground and the plants would