“In this town we do not give orders with pieces of paper,?he said without losing his calm. “And so that you
know it once and for all, we don’t need any judge here because there’s nothing that needs judging.?
Facing Don Apolinar Moscote, still without raising his voice, he gave a detailed account of how they had
founded the village, of how they had distributed the land, opened the roads, and introduced the improvements
that necessity required without having bothered the government and without anyone having bothered them. “We
are so peaceful that none of us has died even of a natural death,?he said. “You can see that we still don’t have any
cemetery.?No once was upset that the government had not helped them. On the contrary,buy warcraft gold, they were happy that up
?26 312188 3
until then it had let them grow in peace, and he hoped that it would continue leaving them that way, because they
had not founded a town so that the first upstart who came along would tell them what to do. Don Apolinar had
put on his denim jacket, white like his trousers, without losing at any moment the elegance of his gestures.
“So that if you want to stay here like any other ordinary citizen,maple mesos, you’re quite welcome,?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa
concluded. “But if you’ve come to cause disorder by making the people paint their houses blue, you can pick up
your junk and go back where you came from. Because my house is going to be white,buy silkroad gold, white, like a dove.?
Don Apolinar Moscote turned pale. He took a step backward and tightened his jaws as he said with a certain
affliction:
“I must warn you that I’m armed.?
Jos?Arcadio Buendaa did not know exactly when his hands regained the useful strength with which he used to
pull down horses. He grabbed Don Apolinar Moscote by the lapels and lifted him up to the level of his eyes.
“I’m doing this,?he said, “because I would rather carry you around alive and not have to keep carrying you
around dead for the rest of my life.?
In that way he carried him through the middle of the street, suspended by the lapels, until he put him down on
his two feet on the swamp road. A week later he was back with six barefoot and ragged soldiers, armed with
shotguns, and an oxcart in which his wife and seven daughters were traveling. Two other carts arrived later with
the furniture, the baggage, and the household utensils. He settled his family in the Hotel Jacob, while he looked
for a house, and he went back to open his office under the protection of the soldiers. The founders of Macondo,
resolving to expel the invaders, went with their older sons to put themselves at the disposal of Jos?Arcadio
Buendaa. But he was against it,buy rs money, as he explained, because it was not manl y to make trouble for someone in front
of his family, and Don Apolinar had returned with his wife and daughters. So he decided to resolve the situation
in a pleasant way.
Aureliano went with him. About that time he had begun to cultivate the black mustache with waxed tips and
the somewhat stentorian voice that would characterize him in the war. Unarmed, without paying any attention to
the guards, they went into the magistrate’s office. Don Apolinar Moscote did not lose his calm. He introduced
them to two of his daughters who happened to be there: Amparo, sixteen, dark like her mother, and Remedios,
only nine, a pretty little girl with lily-colored skin and green eyes. They were gracious and well-mannered. As
?25 312188 3
Aureliano, who had also taught him how to read and write. 2rsula suddenly realized that the house had become
full of people, that her children were on the point of marrying and having children, and that they would be
obliged to scatter for lack of space. Then she took out the money she had accumulated over long years of hard
labor, made some arrangements with her customers, and undertook the enlargement of the house. She had a
formal parlor for visits built,cheap silkroad gold, another one that was more comfortable and cool for daily use, a dining room with a
table with twelve places where the family could sit with all of their guests, nine bedrooms with windows on the
courtyard and a long porch protected from the heat of noon by a rose garden with a railing on which to place pots
of ferns and begonias. She had the kitchen enlarged to hold two ovens. The granary where Pilar Ternera had read
Jos?Arcadio’s future was torn down and another twice as large built so that there would never be a lack of food
in the house. She had baths built is the courtyard in the shade of the chestnut tree, one for the women and another
for the men, and in the rear a large stable, a fenced-in chicken yard, a shed for the milk cows,star trek power leveling, and an aviary open
to the four winds so that wandering birds could roost there at their pleasure. Followed by dozens of masons and
carpenters, as if she had contracted her husband’s hallucinating fever, 2rsula fixed the position of light and heat
and distributed space without the least sense of its limitations. The primitive building of the founders became
filled with tools and materials, of workmen exhausted by sweat, who asked everybody please not to molest them,
exasperated by the sack of bones that followed them everywhere with its dull rattle. In that discomfort, breathing
quicklime and tar, no one could see very well how from the bowels of the earth there was rising not only the
largest house is the town, but the most hospitable and cool house that had ever existed in the region of the
swamp. Jos?Buendaa, trying to surprise Divine Providence in the midst of the cataclysm, was the one who least
understood it. The new house was almost finished when 2rsula drew him out of his chimerical world in order to
inform him that she had an order to paint the front blue and not white as they had wanted. She showed him the
official document. Jos?Arcadio Buendaa, without understanding what his wife was talking about, deciphered the
signature.
“Who is this fellow??he asked:
“The magistrate,?2rsula answered disconsolately. They say he’s an authority sent by the government.?
Don Apolinar Moscote, the magistrate,buy maple story mesos, had arrived in Macondo very quietly. He put up at the Hotel Jacob?a
built by one of the first Arabs who came to swap knickknacks for macaws?aand on the following day he rented a
small room with a door on the street two blocks away from the Buendaa house. He set up a table and a chair that
he had bought from Jacob, nailed up on the wall the shield of the republic that he had brought with him,cheap maple mesos, and on
the door he painted the sign: Magistrate. His first order was for all the houses to be painted blue in celebration of
the anniversary of national independence. Jos?Arcadio Buendaa, with the copy of the order in his hand, found
him taking his nap in a hammock he had set up in the narrow office. “Did you write this paper??he asked him.
Don Apolinar Moscote, a mature man, timid, with a ruddy complexion, said yes. “By what right??Jos?Arcadio
Buendaa asked again. Don Apolinar Moscote picked up a paper from the drawer of the table and showed it to
him. “I have been named magistrate of this town.?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa did not even look at the appointment.
little longer,?she said softly. Aureliano got undressed, tormented by shame, unable to get rid of the idea that-his
nakedness could not stand comparison with that of his brother. In spite of the girl’s efforts he felt more and more
indifferent and terribly alone. “I’ll throw in other twenty cents,?he said with a desolate voice. The girl thanked
him in silence. Her back was raw. Her skin was stuck to her ribs and her breathing was forced because of an
immeasurable exhaustion. Two years before, far away from there, she had fallen asleep without putting out the
candle and had awakened surrounded by flames. The house where she lived with the grandmother who had
raised her was reduced to ashes. Since then her grandmother carried her from town to town, putting her to bed
for twenty cents in order to make up the value of the burned house. According to the girl’s calculations, she still
had ten years of seventy men per night, because she also had to pay the expenses of the trip and food for both of
them as well as the pay of the Indians who carried the rocking chair. When the matron knocked on the door the
second time, Aureliano left the room without having done anything, troubled by a desire to weep. That night he
could not sleep, thinking about the girl, with a mixture of desire and pity. He felt an irresistible need to love her
and protect her. At dawn,buy warcraft gold, worn out by insomnia and fever, he made the calm decision to marry her in order to
free her from the despotism of her grandmother and to enjoy all the nights of satisfaction that she would give the
seventy men. But at ten o’clock in the morning, when he reached Catarino’s store, the girl had left town.
Time mitigated his mad proposal, but it aggravated his feelings of frustration. He took refuge in work. He
resigned himself to being a womanless man for all his life in order to hide the shame of his uselessness. In the
meantime, Melquaades had printed on his plates everything that was printable in Macondo,maple power leveling, and he left the
daguerreotype laboratory to the fantasies of Jos?Arcadio Buendaa who had resolved to use it to obtain scientific
proof of the existence of God. Through a complicated process of superimposed exposures taken in different parts
of the house, he was sure that sooner or later he would get a daguerreotype of God, if He existed, or put an end
once and for all to the supposition of His existence. Melquaades got deeper into his interpretations of
Nostradamus. He would stay up until very late, suffocating in his faded velvet vest, scribbling with his tiny
sparrow hands, whose rings had lost the glow of former ti mes. One night he thought he had found a prediction of
the future of Macondo. It was to be a luminous city with great glass houses where there was no trace remaining
of the race of the Buendaa. “It’s a mistake,?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa thundered. “They won’t be houses of glass but
of ice, as I dreamed,buy rs gold, and there will always be a Buendaa, per omnia secula seculorum.?2rsula fought to preserve
common sense in that extravagant house, having broadened her business of little candy animals with an oven that
went all night turning out baskets and more baskets of bread and a prodigious variety of puddings, meringues,
and cookies, which disappeared in a few hours on the roads winding through the swamp. She had reached an age
where she had a right to rest, but she was nonetheless more and more active. So busy was she in her prosperous
enterprises that one afternoon she looked distractedly toward the courtyard while the Indian woman helped her
sweeten the dough and she saw two unknown and beautiful adolescent girls doing frame embroidery in the light
of the sunset. They were Rebeca and Amaranta. As soon as they had taken off the mourning clothes for their
grandmother, which they wore with inflexible rigor for three years, their bright clothes seemed to have given
them a new place in the world. Rebeca, contrary to what might have been expected, was the more beautiful. She
had a light complexion, large and peaceful eyes, and magical hands that seemed to work out the design of the
embroidery with invisible threads. Amaranta, the younger,maple power leveling, was somewhat graceless, but she had the natural
distinction, the inner tightness of her dead grandmother. Next to them, although he was already revealing the
physical drive of his father, Arcadio looked like a child. He set about learning the art of silverwork with
“In this town we do not give orders with pieces of paper,?he said without losing his calm. “And so that you
know it once and for all, we don’t need any judge here because there’s nothing that needs judging.?
Facing Don Apolinar Moscote, still without raising his voice, he gave a detailed account of how they had
founded the village, of how they had distributed the land, opened the roads, and introduced the improvements
that necessity required without having bothered the government and without anyone having bothered them. “We
are so peaceful that none of us has died even of a natural death,?he said. “You can see that we still don’t have any
cemetery.?No once was upset that the government had not helped them. On the contrary,cheap lotro gold, they were happy that up
?26 312188 3
until then it had let them grow in peace, and he hoped that it would continue leaving them that way,rs gold, because they
had not founded a town so that the first upstart who came along would tell them what to do. Don Apolinar had
put on his denim jacket, white like his trousers, without losing at any moment the elegance of his gestures.
“So that if you want to stay here like any other ordinary citizen, you’re quite welcome,?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa
concluded. “But if you’ve come to cause disorder by making the people paint their houses blue, you can pick up
your junk and go back where you came from. Because my house is going to be white, white, like a dove.?
Don Apolinar Moscote turned pale. He took a step backward and tightened his jaws as he said with a certain
affliction:
“I must warn you that I’m armed.?
Jos?Arcadio Buendaa did not know exactly when his hands regained the useful strength with which he used to
pull down horses. He grabbed Don Apolinar Moscote by the lapels and lifted him up to the level of his eyes.
“I’m doing this,?he said,cheap warcraft gold, “because I would rather carry you around alive and not have to keep carrying you
around dead for the rest of my life.?
In that way he carried him through the middle of the street, suspended by the lapels, until he put him down on
his two feet on the swamp road. A week later he was back with six barefoot and ragged soldiers, armed with
shotguns, and an oxcart in which his wife and seven daughters were traveling. Two other carts arrived later with
the furniture, the baggage,runescape power leveling, and the household utensils. He settled his family in the Hotel Jacob, while he looked
for a house, and he went back to open his office under the protection of the soldiers. The founders of Macondo,
resolving to expel the invaders, went with their older sons to put themselves at the disposal of Jos?Arcadio
Buendaa. But he was against it, as he explained, because it was not manl y to make trouble for someone in front
of his family, and Don Apolinar had returned with his wife and daughters. So he decided to resolve the situation
in a pleasant way.
Aureliano went with him. About that time he had begun to cultivate the black mustache with waxed tips and
the somewhat stentorian voice that would characterize him in the war. Unarmed, without paying any attention to
the guards, they went into the magistrate’s office. Don Apolinar Moscote did not lose his calm. He introduced
them to two of his daughters who happened to be there: Amparo, sixteen, dark like her mother, and Remedios,
only nine, a pretty little girl with lily-colored skin and green eyes. They were gracious and well-mannered. As
?25 312188 3
Aureliano, who had also taught him how to read and write. 2rsula suddenly realized that the house had become
full of people, that her children were on the point of marrying and having children, and that they would be
obliged to scatter for lack of space. Then she took out the money she had accumulated over long years of hard
labor, made some arrangements with her customers, and undertook the enlargement of the house. She had a
formal parlor for visits built, another one that was more comfortable and cool for daily use, a dining room with a
table with twelve places where the family could sit with all of their guests, nine bedrooms with windows on the
courtyard and a long porch protected from the heat of noon by a rose garden with a railing on which to place pots
of ferns and begonias. She had the kitchen enlarged to hold two ovens. The granary where Pilar Ternera had read
Jos?Arcadio’s future was torn down and another twice as large built so that there would never be a lack of food
in the house. She had baths built is the courtyard in the shade of the chestnut tree, one for the women and another
for the men,warhammer online power leveling, and in the rear a large stable, a fenced-in chicken yard, a shed for the milk cows, and an aviary open
to the four winds so that wandering birds could roost there at their pleasure. Followed by dozens of masons and
carpenters, as if she had contracted her husband’s hallucinating fever,ffxi power leveling, 2rsula fixed the position of light and heat
and distributed space without the least sense of its limitations. The primitive building of the founders became
filled with tools and materials, of workmen exhausted by sweat, who asked everybody please not to molest them,
exasperated by the sack of bones that followed them everywhere with its dull rattle. In that discomfort, breathing
quicklime and tar, no one could see very well how from the bowels of the earth there was rising not only the
largest house is the town, but the most hospitable and cool house that had ever existed in the region of the
swamp. Jos?Buendaa, trying to surprise Divine Providence in the midst of the cataclysm, was the one who least
understood it. The new house was almost finished when 2rsula drew him out of his chimerical world in order to
inform him that she had an order to paint the front blue and not white as they had wanted. She showed him the
official document. Jos?Arcadio Buendaa, without understanding what his wife was talking about, deciphered the
signature.
“Who is this fellow??he asked:
“The magistrate,?2rsula answered disconsolately. They say he’s an authority sent by the government.?
Don Apolinar Moscote, the magistrate, had arrived in Macondo very quietly. He put up at the Hotel Jacob?a
built by one of the first Arabs who came to swap knickknacks for macaws?aand on the following day he rented a
small room with a door on the street two blocks away from the Buendaa house. He set up a table and a chair that
he had bought from Jacob,warhammer power leveling, nailed up on the wall the shield of the republic that he had brought with him, and on
the door he painted the sign: Magistrate. His first order was for all the houses to be painted blue in celebration of
the anniversary of national independence. Jos?Arcadio Buendaa, with the copy of the order in his hand, found
him taking his nap in a hammock he had set up in the narrow office. “Did you write this paper??he asked him.
Don Apolinar Moscote, a mature man, timid, with a ruddy complexion,lord of the rings online gold, said yes. “By what right??Jos?Arcadio
Buendaa asked again. Don Apolinar Moscote picked up a paper from the drawer of the table and showed it to
him. “I have been named magistrate of this town.?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa did not even look at the appointment.
little longer,?she said softly. Aureliano got undressed, tormented by shame,star wars credits, unable to get rid of the idea that-his
nakedness could not stand comparison with that of his brother. In spite of the girl’s efforts he felt more and more
indifferent and terribly alone. “I’ll throw in other twenty cents,?he said with a desolate voice. The girl thanked
him in silence. Her back was raw. Her skin was stuck to her ribs and her breathing was forced because of an
immeasurable exhaustion. Two years before, far away from there, she had fallen asleep without putting out the
candle and had awakened surrounded by flames. The house where she lived with the grandmother who had
raised her was reduced to ashes. Since then her grandmother carried her from town to town, putting her to bed
for twenty cents in order to make up the value of the burned house. According to the girl’s calculations, she still
had ten years of seventy men per night, because she also had to pay the expenses of the trip and food for both of
them as well as the pay of the Indians who carried the rocking chair. When the matron knocked on the door the
second time, Aureliano left the room without having done anything, troubled by a desire to weep. That night he
could not sleep, thinking about the girl, with a mixture of desire and pity. He felt an irresistible need to love her
and protect her. At dawn, worn out by insomnia and fever, he made the calm decision to marry her in order to
free her from the despotism of her grandmother and to enjoy all the nights of satisfaction that she would give the
seventy men. But at ten o’clock in the morning, when he reached Catarino’s store, the girl had left town.
Time mitigated his mad proposal, but it aggravated his feelings of frustration. He took refuge in work. He
resigned himself to being a womanless man for all his life in order to hide the shame of his uselessness. In the
meantime, Melquaades had printed on his plates everything that was printable in Macondo,runescape power leveling, and he left the
daguerreotype laboratory to the fantasies of Jos?Arcadio Buendaa who had resolved to use it to obtain scientific
proof of the existence of God. Through a complicated process of superimposed exposures taken in different parts
of the house, he was sure that sooner or later he would get a daguerreotype of God, if He existed, or put an end
once and for all to the supposition of His existence. Melquaades got deeper into his interpretations of
Nostradamus. He would stay up until very late,lotr gold, suffocating in his faded velvet vest, scribbling with his tiny
sparrow hands, whose rings had lost the glow of former ti mes. One night he thought he had found a prediction of
the future of Macondo. It was to be a luminous city with great glass houses where there was no trace remaining
of the race of the Buendaa. “It’s a mistake,?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa thundered. “They won’t be houses of glass but
of ice, as I dreamed, and there will always be a Buendaa, per omnia secula seculorum.?2rsula fought to preserve
common sense in that extravagant house, having broadened her business of little candy animals with an oven that
went all night turning out baskets and more baskets of bread and a prodigious variety of puddings, meringues,warhammer online gold,
and cookies, which disappeared in a few hours on the roads winding through the swamp. She had reached an age
where she had a right to rest, but she was nonetheless more and more active. So busy was she in her prosperous
enterprises that one afternoon she looked distractedly toward the courtyard while the Indian woman helped her
sweeten the dough and she saw two unknown and beautiful adolescent girls doing frame embroidery in the light
of the sunset. They were Rebeca and Amaranta. As soon as they had taken off the mourning clothes for their
grandmother, which they wore with inflexible rigor for three years, their bright clothes seemed to have given
them a new place in the world. Rebeca, contrary to what might have been expected, was the more beautiful. She
had a light complexion, large and peaceful eyes, and magical hands that seemed to work out the design of the
embroidery with invisible threads. Amaranta, the younger, was somewhat graceless, but she had the natural
distinction, the inner tightness of her dead grandmother. Next to them, although he was already revealing the
physical drive of his father, Arcadio looked like a child. He set about learning the art of silverwork with
earn in a short time more money than 2rsula had with her delicious candy fauna, but everybody thought it
strange that he was now a full-grown man and had not known a woman. It was true that he had never had one.
Several months later saw the return of Francisco the Man, as ancient vagabond who was almost two hundred
years old and who frequently passed through Macondo distributing songs that he composed himself. In them
Francisco the Man told in great detail the things that had happened in the towns along his route,buy gw gold, from Manaure to
the edge of the swamp, so that if anyone had a message to send or an event to make public, he would pay him
two cents to include it in his repertory. That was how 2rsula learned of the death of her mother, as a simple
consequence of listening to the songs in the hope that they would say something about her son Jos?Arcadio.
Francisco the Man, called that because he had once defeated the devil in a duel of improvisation,guild wars power leveling, and whose real
name no one knew, disappeared from Macondo during the insomnia plague and one night he appeared suddenly
in Catarino’s store. The whole town went to listen to him to find out what had happened in the world. On that
occasion there arrived with him a woman who was so fat that four Indians had to carry her in a rocking chair, and
an adolescent mulatto girl with a forlorn look who protected her from the sun with an umbrella. Aureliano went
to Catarino’s store that night. He found Francisco the Man, like a monolithic chameleon, sitting in the midst of a
circle of bystanders. He was singing the news with his old, out-of-tune voice,gw gold, accompanying himself with the
same archaic accordion that Sir Walter Raleigh had given him in the Guianas and keeping time with his great
walking feet that were cracked from saltpeter. In front of a door at the rear through which men were going and
coming, the matron of the rocking chair was sitting and fanning herself in silence. Catarino, with a felt rose
behind his ear, was selling the gathering mugs of fermented cane juice, and he took advantage of the occasion to
go over to the men and put his hand on them where he should not have. Toward midnight the heat was
unbearable. Aureliano listened to the news to the end without hearing anything that was of interest to his family.
He was getting ready to go home when the matron signaled him with her hand.
“You go in too.?she told him. “It only costs twenty cents.?
Aureliano threw a coin into the hopper that the matron had in her lap and went into the room without knowing
why. The adolescent mulatto girl,lineage 2 power leveling, with her small bitch’s teats, was naked on the bed. Before Aureliano sixty-three
men had passed through the room that night. From being used so much, kneaded with sweat and sighs, the air in
the room had begun to turn to mud. The girl took off the soaked sheet and asked Aureliano to hold it by one side.
It was as heavy as a piece of canvas. They squeezed it, twisting it at the ends until it regained its natural weight.
They turned over the mat and the sweat came out of the other side. Aureliano was anxious for that operation
never to end. He knew the theoretical mechanics of love, but he could not stay on his feet because of the
weakness of his knees, and although he had goose pimples on his burning skin he could not resist the urgent need
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to expel the weight of his bowels. When the girl finished fixing up the bed and told him to get undressed, he gave
her a confused explanation: “They made me come in. They told me to throw twenty cents into the hopper and
hurry up.?The girl understood his confusion. “If you throw in twenty cents more when you go out, you can stay a
hat as he read with compassionate attention the signs pasted to the walls. He greeted him with a broad show of
affection, afraid that he had known him at another time and that he did not remember him now. But the visitor
was aware of his falseness, He felt himself forgotten, not with the irremediable forgetfulness of the heart, but
with a different kind of forgetfulness, which was more cruel and irrevocable and which he knew very well
because it was the forgetfulness of death. Then he understood. He opened the suitcase crammed with
indecipherable objects and from among then he took out a little case with many flasks. He gave Jos?Arcadio
Buendaa a drink of a gentle color and the light went on in his memory. His eyes became moist from weeping
even before he noticed himself in an absurd living room where objects were labeled and before he was ashamed
of the solemn nonsense written on the walls, and even before he recognized the newcomer with a dazzling glow
of joy. It was Melquaades.
While Macondo was celebrating the recovery of its memory, Jos?Arcadio Buendaa and Melquaades dusted off
their old friendship. The gypsy was inclined to stay in the town. He really had been through death, but he had
returned because he could not bear the solitude. Repudiated by his tribe, having lost all of his supernatural
faculties because of his faithfulness to life,age of conan gold, he decided to take refuge in that corner of the world which had still
not been discovered by death, dedicated to the operation of a daguerreotype laboratory. Jos?Arcadio Buendaa had
never heard of that invention. But when he saw himself and his whole family fastened onto a sheet of iridescent
metal for an eternity, he was mute with stupefaction. That was the date of the oxidized daguerreotype in which
Jos?Arcadio Buendaa appeared with his bristly and graying hair, his card board collar attached to his shirt by a
copper button, and an expression of startled solemnity, whom 2rsula described, dying with laughter,eve online isk, as a
“frightened general.?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa was, in fact, frightened on that dear December morning when the
daguerreotype was made, for he was thinking that people were slowly wearing away while his image would
endure an a metallic plaque. Through a curious reversal of custom,buy rs money, it was 2rsula who got that idea out of his
head, as it was also she who forgot her ancient bitterness and decided that Melquaades would stay on in the
house, although she never permitted them to make a daguerreotype of her because (according to her very words)
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she did not want to survive as a laughingstock for her grandchildren. That morning she dressed the children in
their best clothes, powdered their faces,runescape power leveling, and gave a spoonful of marrow syrup to each one so that they would all
remain absolutely motionless during the nearly two minutes in front of Melquaades fantastic camera. In the
family daguerreotype, the only one that ever existed, Aureliano appeared dressed in black velvet between
Amaranta and Rebeca. He had the same languor and the same clairvoyant look that he would have years later as
he faced the firing squad. But he still had not sensed the premonition of his fate. He was an expert silversmith,
praised all over the swampland for the delicacy of his work. In the workshop, which he shared with Melquaades?
mad laboratory, he could barely be heard breathing. He seemed to be taking refuge in some other time, while his
father and the gypsy with shouts interpreted the predictions of Nostradamus amidst a noise of flasks and trays
and the disaster of spilled acids and silver bromide that was lost in the twists and turns it gave at every instant.
That dedication to his work, the good judgment with which he directed his attention, had allowed Aureliano to
order to identify them. When his father told him about his alarm at having forgotten even the most impressive
happenings of his childhood, Aureliano explained his method to him, and Jos?Arcadio Buendaa put it into
practice all through the house and later on imposed it on the whole village. With an inked brush he marked
everything with its name: table, chair, clock, door, wall, bed,runescape money, pan. He went to the corral and marked the animals
and plants: cow, goat, pig, hen, cassava, caladium, banana. Little by little, studying the infinite possibilities of a
loss of memory, he realized that the 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 of 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
boiled 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.
At the beginning of the road into the swamp they put up a sign that said MACONDO and another larger one
on the main street that said GOD EXISTS. In all the houses keys to memorizing objects and feelings had been
written. But the system demanded so much vigilance and moral strength that many succumbed to the spell of an
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imaginary reality, one invented by themselves,runescape power leveling, which was less practical for them but more comforting. Pilar
Ternera was the one who contributed most to popularize that mystification when she conceived the trick of
reading the past in cards as she had read the future before. By means of that recourse the insomniacs began to
live in a world built on the uncertain alternatives of the cards,l2 adena, where a father was remembered faintly as the dark
man who had arrived at the beginning of April and a mother was remembered only as the dark woman who wore
a gold ring on her left hand, and where a birth date was reduced to the last Tuesday on which a lark sang in the
laurel tree. Defeated by those practices of consolation, Jos?Arcadio Buendaa then decided to build the memory
machine that he had desired once in order to remember the marvelous inventions of the gypsies. The artifact was
based on the possibility of reviewing every morning, from beginning to end, the totality of knowledge acquired
during one’s life. He conceived of it as a spinning dictionary that a person placed on the axis could operate by
means of a lever, so that in a very few hours there would pass before his eyes the notions most necessary for life.
He had succeeded in writing almost fourteen thousand entries when along the road from the swamp a strange-
looking old man with the sad sleepers?bell appeared, carrying a bulging suitcase tied with a rope and pulling a
cart covered with black cloth. He went straight to the house of Jos?Arcadio Buendaa.
Visitaci?n did not recognize him when she opened the door and she thought he had come with the idea of
selling something, unaware that nothing could be sold in a town that was sinking irrevocably into the quicksand
of forgetfulness. He was a decrepit man. Although his voice was also broken by uncertainty and his hands
seemed to doubt the existence of things,buy gw gold, it was evident that he came from the world where men could still sleep
and remember. Jos?Arcadio Buendaa found him sitting in the living room fanning himself with a patched black
pink fish of insomnia,guild wars power leveling, and the tender yellow ponies of insomnia, so that dawn on Monday found the whole town
awake. No one was alarmed at first. On the contrary,rs gold, they were happy at not sleeping because there was so much
to do in Macondo in those days that there was barely enough time. They worked so hard that soon they had
nothing else to do and they could be found at three o’clock in the morning with their arms crossed, counting the
notes in the waltz of the clock. Those who wanted to sleep, not from fatigue but because of the nostalgia for
dreams, tried all kinds of methods of exhausting themselves. They would gather together to converse endlessly,
to tell over and over for hours on end the same jokes, to complicate to the limits of exasperation the story about
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the capon, which was an endless game in which the narrator asked if they wanted him to tell them the story about
the capon, and when they answered yes, the narrator would say that he had not asked them to say yes, but
whether they wanted him to tell them the story about the capon, and when they answered no, the narrator told
them that he had not asked them to say no, but whether they wanted him to tell them the story about the capon,
and when they remained silent the narrator told them that he had not asked them to remain silent but whether
they wanted him to tell them the story about the capon, and no one could leave because the narrator would say
that he had not asked them to leave but whether they wanted him to tell them the story about the capon, and so
on and on in a vicious circle that lasted entire nights.
When Jos?Arcadio Buendaa realized that the plague had invaded the town, he gathered together the heads of
families to explain to them what he knew about the sickness of insomnia, and they agreed on methods to prevent
the scourge from spreading to other towns in the swamp. That was why they took the bells off the goats, bells
that the Arabs had swapped them for macaws, and put them at the entrance to town at the disposal of those who
would not listen to the advice and entreaties of the sentinels and insisted on visiting the town. All strangers who
passed through the streets of Macondo at that time had to ring their bells so that the sick people would know that
they were healthy. They were not allowed to eat or drink anything during their stay,star wars galaxies credits, for there was no doubt but
that the illness was transmitted by mouth, and all food and drink had been contaminated by insomnia. In that way
they kept the plague restricted to the perimeter of the town. So effective was the quarantine that the day came
when the emergency situation was accepted as a natural thing and life was organized in such a way that work
picked up its rhythm again and no one worried any more about the useless habit of sleeping.
It was Aureliano who conceived the formula that was to protect them against loss of memory for several
months. He discovered it by chance. An expert insomniac, having been one of the first, he had learned the art of
silverwork to perfection. One day he was looking for the small anvil that he used for laminating metals and he
could not remember its name. His father told him: “Stake.?Aureliano wrote the name on a piece of paper that he
pasted to the base of the small anvil: stake. In that way he was sure of not forgetting it in the future. It did not
occur to him that this was the first manifestation of a loss of memory, because the object had a difficult name to
remember. But a few days later be,swg credits, discovered that he had trouble remembering almost every object in the
laboratory. Then he marked them with their respective names so that all he had to do was read the inscription in