One Hundred Years of Solitude

reaches of the imagination,
while down over his temples
there flowed the grease that
was being melted by the heat.
José Arcadio, his older
brother, would pass on that
wonderful image as a
hereditary memory to all of
his descendants. Úrsula on
the other hand, held a bad
memory of that visit, for she
had entered the room just as
Melquíades had carelessly
broken a flask of bichloride