One Hundred Years of Solitude

in alchemy and the wisdom of
their father, and they took
refuge in solitude. Those kids
are out of their heads, Úrsula
said. They must have worms.
She prepared a repugnant
potion for them made out of
mashed wormseed, which
they both drank with
unforeseen stoicism, and they
sat down at the same time on
their pots eleven times in a
single day, expelling some
rose-colored parasites that