appearance, of all types and colors, but all with a solitary air that would have been enough to identify them
anywhere on earth. They were his sons. Without any previous agreement, without knowing each other, they had
arrived from the most distant corners of the coast, captivated by the talk of the jubilee. They all bore with pride
the name Aureliano and the last name of their mothers. The three days that they stayed in the house, to the
satisfaction of 2rsula and the scandal of Fernanda, were like a state war. Amaranta searched among old papers
for the ledger where 2rsula had written down the names and birth and baptism dates of all of them, and beside
the space for each one she added his present address. That list could well have served as a recapitulation of
twenty years of war. From it the nocturnal itinerary of the colonel from the dawn he left Macondo at the head of
twenty-one men on his way to a fanciful rebellion until he returned for the last time wrapped in a blanket stiff
with blood could have been reconstructed. Aureliano Segundo did not let the chance go by to regale his cousins
with a thunderous champagne and accordion party that was interpreted as a tardy adjustment of accounts with the
carnival, which went awry because of the jubilee. They smashed half of the dishes, they destroyed the rose
bushes as they chased a bull they were trying to hog-tie, they killed the hens by shooting them, they made
Amaranta dance the sad waltzes of Pietro Crespi, they got Remedios the Beauty to put on a pair of men’s pants
and climb a greased pole, and in the dining room they turned loose a pig daubed with lard, which prostrated
Fernanda, but no one regretted the destruction because the house shook with a healthy earthquake. Colonel
Aureliano Buendaa who at first received them with mistrust and even doubted the parentage of some, was
amused by their wildness, and before they left he gave each one a little gold fish. Even the withdrawn Jos?
Arcadio Segundo offered them an afternoon of cockfights, which was at the point of ending in tragedy because
several of the Aurelianos were so expert in matters of the cockpit that they spotted Father Antonio Isabel’s tricks
at once. Aureliano Segundo, who saw the limitless prospect of wild times offered by those mad relatives, decided
that they should all stay and work for him. The only one who accepted was Aureliano Triste, a big mulatto with
the drive and explorer’s spirit of his grandfather. He had already tested his fortune in half the world and it did not
matter to him where he stayed. The others, even though they were unmarried, considered their destinies
established. They were all skillful craftsmen,buy rs gold, the men of their houses,rose online zuly, peace-loving people. The Ash Wednesday
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before they went back to scatter out along the coast, Amaranta got them to put on Sunday clothes and accompany
her to church. More amused than devout, they let themselves be led to the altar rail where Father Antonio Isabel
made the sign of the cross in ashes on them. Back at the house, when the youngest tried to clean his forehead,rose online zulie, he
discovered that the mark was indelible and so were those of his brothers. They tried soap and water,runescape gold, earth and a
scrubbing brush, and lastly a pumice stone and lye, but they could not remove the crosses. On the other hand,
Amaranta and the others who had gone to mass took it off without any trouble. “It’s better that way,?2rsula
stated as she said goodbye to them. “From now on everyone will know who you are.?They went off in a troop,
preceded by a band of musicians and shooting off fireworks, and they left behind in the town an impression that
the Buendaa line had enough seed for many centuries. Aureliano Triste, with the cross of ashes on his forehead,
set up on the edge of town the ice factory that Jos?Arcadio Buendaa had dreamed of in his inventive delirium.
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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
village of past times it changed into an active town with stores and workshops and a permanent commercial route
over which the first Arabs arrived with their baggy pants and rings in their ears, swapping glass beads for
macaws. Jos?Arcadio Buendaa did not have a moment’s rest. Fascinated by an immediate reality that came to be
more fantastic than the vast universe of his imagination, he lost all interest in the alchemist’s laboratory, put to
rest the material that had become attenuated with months of manipulation, and went back to being the
enterprising man of earlier days when he had decided upon the layout of the streets and the location of the new
houses so that no one would enjoy privileges that everyone did not have. He acquired such authority among the
new arrivals that foundations were not laid or walls built without his being consulted, and it was decided that he
should be the one in charge of the distribution of the land. When the acrobat gypsies returned, with their
vagabond carnival transformed now into a gigantic organization of games of luck and chance,cheap ffxi gil, they were received
with great joy, for it was thought that Jos?Arcadio would be coming back with them. But Jos?Arcadio did not
return, nor did they come with the snake-man,warcraft gold, who, according to what 2rsula thought, was the only one who
could tell them about their son, so the gypsies were not allowed to camp in town or set foot in it in the future, for
they were considered the bearers of concupiscence and perversion. Jos?Arcadio Buendaa, however, was explicit
in maintaining that the old tribe of Melquaades, who had contributed so much to the growth of the village with
his age-old wisdom and his fabulous inventions, would always find the gates open. But Melquaades?tribe,
according to what the wanderers said, had been wiped off the face of the earth because they had gone beyond the
limits of human knowledge.
Emancipated for the moment at least from the torment of fantasy, Jos?Arcadio Buendaa in a short time set up a
system of order and work which allowed for only one bit of license: the freeing of the birds, which, since the
time of the founding, had made time merry with their flutes,runescape power leveling, and installing in their place musical clocks in every
house. They were wondrous clocks made of carved wood, which the Arabs had traded for macaws and which
Jos?Arcadio Buendaa had synchronized with such precision that every half hour the town grew merry with the
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progressive chords of the same song until it reached the climax of a noontime that was as exact and unanimous as
a complete waltz. It was also Jos?Arcadio Buendaa who decided during those years that they should plant almond
trees instead of acacias on the streets, and who discovered, without ever revealing it, a way to make them live
forever. Many years later, when Macondo was a field of wooden houses with zinc roofs, the broken and dusty
almond trees still stood on the oldest streets, although no one knew who had planted them. While his father was
putting the town in order and his mother was increasing their wealth with her marvelous business of candied
little roosters and fish, which left the house twice a day strung along sticks of balsa wood, Aureliano spent
interminable hours in the abandoned laboratory, learning the art of silverwork by his own experimentation. He
had shot up so fast that in a short time the clothing left behind by his brother no longer fit him and he began to
wear his father’s, but Visitaci?n had to sew pleats in the shirt and darts in the pants,buy rs gold, because Aureliano had not
sequined the corpulence of the others. Adolescence had taken away the softness of his voice and had made him