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[dodont]

p2: "'Things have a life of their own. It's simply a matter of waking up their souls.'"

p6: "[Aureliano] would remember him for the rest of his life as he saw him that afternoon, sitting against the metallic and quivering light from the window, lighting up with his deep organ voice the darkest reaches of the imagination, where down over his temples there flowed the grease that was being melted by the heat."

p7: "'Not at all. It has been proven that the devil has sulpuric properties and this is just a little corrosive sublimate.'"
... "The rudimentary laboratory - in addition to a profusion of pots, funnels, retorts, filters and seives - was made up of a primitive water pipe, a glass beaker with a long, thin neck, a reproduction of the philosopher's egg, and a still the gypsies themselves had built in accordance with modern descriptions of the three-armed alembic of Mary the Jew."

p52: "Little by little, studying the infinite possibilities of a loss of memory, he realized that thje day might come when things would be recognized by their inscriptions but that no one would remember their use. Then he was more explicit. The sign that he hung on the neck o the cow was an exemplary proof of the way in which the inhabitants of Macondo were prepared to fight against loss of memory: This is the cow. She must be milked every morning so that she will produce milk, and the milk must be bioled in order to be mixed with coffee to make coffee and milk. Thus they went on living in a reality that was slipping away, momentarily captured by words, but which would escape irremediably when they forgot the values of the written letters."

p375: "One would have thought that he was telling a hallucinated version, because it was radically opposed to the false one that historians had created and consecrated in the schoolbooks ... He was the only one who had enough lucidity to sense the truth of the fact that tim also stumbled and had accidents and could therefore splinter and leave an eternalized fragment in a room."

p416: "The cockroach, the oldest winged insect on the face of th earth, had already been the victim of slippers in the Old Testament, but that since the species was definitely resistant to any and all methods of extermination, from tomato slices with borasx to flour and sugar, and with its one thousand six hundred three varieties had resisted the most ancient, tenacious, and pitiless persecution that mankind had unleashed against any living thing since the beginnings, including man himself, to such an extent that just as an instinct for reproduction was attributed to mankind, so there must have been another one more definite and pressing, which was th instinct to kill cockroaches, and if the latter had succeeded in escaping human ferocity it was because they had taken refuge in the shadows, where they became invulnerable because of man's congenital fear of the dark, but on the other hand they became susceptible to the glow of noon, so tht by the Middle Ages already, and in present times, and per omnia secula seculorum, the only effective method for killing cockroaches was the glare of the sun."

p421: "He grasped at the voice that he was losing, the life that was leaving him, the memory that was turnin into a petrified polyp, and he spoke to her about the priestly destiny of Sanskrit, the scientific possibility of seeing the future showing through in time as one sees what is written on the back of a sheet of paper through the light, the necessity of deciphering the predictions so that they would not defeat themselves, and the Centuries of Nostradamus and the destruction of Cantabria predicted by Saint Milanus."