One Hundred Years of Solitude

revealed a strange intuition
for alchemy. The laboratory
had been dusted off.
Reviewing Melquíades notes,
serene now, without the
exaltation of novelty, in
prolonged and patient
sessions they tried to separate
Úrsulas gold from the debris
that was stuck to the bottom
of the pot. Young José
Arcadio scarcely took part in
the process. While his father
was involved body and soul