One Hundred Years of Solitude: Relationship between Ursual and Jose Ar

unity Hundred geezerhood of Solitude  The Relationship amid Ursual and Jose Arcadio Buendia  In literature, a central family can bond a group, and serve as a invoice of the vitality of the society that it bonds. One such monumental relationship is that between Ursual and Jose Arcadio Buendia in Gabriel Garcia Marquezs One Hundred Years of Solitude. In the chosen passage, the indite uses imagery, metaphors, and characterization to illustrate their relationship, establishing a preview of their future relationship, harboring its development into the stride of stability of that society.             As the passage opens, the reader is immediately made mindful of Jose Arcadio Buendias feelings about the current location of Macondo. He felt trapped in Macondo, away from the advances of modern science, as if evident by his map of peninsular Macondo. Unsatisfied without the most modern advances of science, in a fit of rage, Jose Arcadio Buendia move a map of Macondo, exaggerating their isolation, then proceeded to nominate responsibility for this isolation.             Marquez uses superb imagery, attractively illustrating this feeling, when he describes the laboratory as a half-size, closed in space. He illustrates a very frustrated man, struggling against his isolation, working in his small laboratory. This man finally releases some of these pent up feelings and is filled with rage. In fact, as he draws the map, he punish es himself for the absolute lack of sensory faculty with which he had chosen the place. As he sat in his isolated laboratory, oblivious to the events occurring in the outside world, Jose Arcadio Buen... ...n them with an inked brush, without reproaching him, but knowing now that he knew (because she had heard him say so in his soft monologues) that the men of the liquidation would not back him up in his undertaking. Only when he began t o take down the door of the room did Ursula dare ask him what he was doing, and he answered with a certain bitterness. Since no one wants to leave, well leave all by ourselves. Ursula did not become upset. We will not leave, she said. We will stay here, because we form had a son here. We have still not had a death, he said. A person does not belong to a place until thither is someone dad under the ground. Ursula replied with a soft firmness If I have to die for the rest of you to stay here, I will die.   Marquez, Gabriel Garcia. One Hundred Years of Solitude. Harper Perennial New York, 1991, pages 13-14.