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         <description><![CDATA[<div>‘At that time Macondo was a village of twenty adobe houses, built on the bank of a river of clear water that ran along a bed of polished stones, which were white and enormous, like prehistoric eggs. ‘ (Marques, page 6)<br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>‘ “Science has eliminated distance,” Melquíades proclaimed.’ (Marques, page 7)<br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>‘ He would spend hours on end in his room, calculating the strategic possibilities of his novel weapon until he succeeded in putting together a manual of startling instructional clarity and an irresistible power of conviction.’ (Marques, page 8)<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 13 Synathetic metaphor</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>‘Active, small, severe, that woman of unbreakable nerves who at no moment in her life had been heard to sing seemed to be everywhere, from dawn until quite late at night, always pursued by the soft whispering of her stiff, starched petticoats.’ (Marques, page 13)<br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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