One Hundred Years of Solitude

Arcadio Buendía said,
grinding in his mortar the
material that had been ground
a thousand times and reheated
and ground again. That way
hell learn to be a man. Úrsula
asked where the gypsies had
gone. She went along asking
and following the road she
had been shown, thinking that
she still had time to catch up
to them. She kept getting
farther away from the village
until she felt so far away that