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         <title>The Text</title>
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         <title>Wind</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"He was so absorbed that he did not feel the second surge of wind either as its cyclonic strength tore the doors and windows off their hinges, pulled off the roof of the east wing, and uprooted the foundations" (Marquez, p. 421).</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Wind of Words</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Then the wind began, warm, incipient, full of voices from the past, the murmurs of ancient geraniums, sighs of disenchantment that preceded the most tenacious nostalgia" (Marquez, p. 421).</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"but right there, standing, without the slightest difficulty, as if they had been written in Spanish and were being read under the dazzling splendor of high noon, he began to decipher them aloud" (Marquez, p. 421).</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Time</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"he [Aureliano] and the room in which he reads are immune to the </div><div>destructions of time because they have always lived in another dimension, that of the speaking mirror of a book" (Monegal, p. 487)</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Magus</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Beneath the mask of </div><div>Melquiades it is possible to recognize the face of Garcia Marquez: the Magus is a </div><div>persona of the author" (Monegal, p. 488)</div>]]></description>
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