“What did you expect?” he murmured. “Time passes.” “That’s how it goes,” Úrsula said, “but not so much.” When… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez
“What did you expect?” he murmured. “Time passes.”
“That’s how it goes,” Úrsula said, “but not so much.”
When she said it she realized that she was giving the same reply that Colonel Aureliano Buendía had given in his death cell, and once again she shuddered with the evidence that time was not passing, as she had just admitted, but that it was turning in a circle.
—Qué quería —murmuró—, el tiempo pasa.
—Así es,—dijo Úrsula—, pero no tanto.
Al decirlo, tuvo conciencia de estar dando la misma réplica que recibió del coronel Aureliano Buendía en su celda de sentenciado, y una vez más se estremeció con la comprobación de que el tiempo no pasaba, como ella lo acababa de admitir, sino que daba vueltas en redondo.
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