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wrapped in his blanket and with his boots still on, as if only waiting for it to clear, and he spent the whole
afternoon watching it rain on the begonias. 2rsula understood then that they would not have him home for long.
“If it’s not the war,?she thought, “it can only be death.?It was a supposition that was so neat, so convincing that
she identified it as a premonition.
That night, at dinner,ffxi gil, the supposed Aureliano Segundo broke his bread with his right hand and drank his soup
with his left. His twin brother, the supposed Jos?Arcadio Segundo, broke his bread with his left hand and drank
his soup with his right. So precise was their coordination that they did not look like two brothers sitting opposite
each other but like a trick with mirrors. The spectacle that the twins had invented when they became aware that
they were equal was repeated in honor of the new arrival. But Colonel Aureliano Buendaa did not notice it. He
seemed so alien to everything that he did not even notice Remedios the Beauty as she passed by naked on her
way to her bedroom. 2rsula was the only one who dared disturb his, abstraction.
“If you have to go away again,?she said halfway through dinner, “at least try to remember how we were
tonight.?
Then Colonel Aureliano Buendaa realized, without surprise, that 2rsula was the only human being who had
succeeded in penetrating his misery, and for the first time in many years he looked her in the face. Her skin was
leathery,rs gold, her teeth decayed, her hair faded and colorless, and her look frightened. He compared her with the
oldest memory that he had of her,buy flyff money, the afternoon when he had the premonition that a pot of boiling soup was
going to fall off the table, and he found her broken to pieces. In an instant he discovered the scratches,buy warcraft gold, the welts,
the sores, the ulcers, and the scan that had been left on her by more than half a century of daily life, and he saw
that those damages did not even arouse a feeling of pity in him. Then he made one last effort to search in his
heart for the place where his affection had rotted away and he could not find it. On another occasion, he felt at
least a confused sense of shame when he found the smell of 2rsula on his own skin, and more than once he felt
her thoughts interfering with his. But all of that had been wiped out by the war. Even Remedios, his wife, at that
moment was a hazy image of someone who might have been his daughter. The countless women he had known
on the desert of love and who had spread his seed all along the coast had left no trace in his feelings. Most of
them had come into his room in the dark and had left before dawn, and on the following day they were nothing
but a touch of fatigue in his bodily memory. The only affection that prevailed against time and the war was that
which he had felt for his brother Jos?Arcadio when they both were children, and it was not based on love but on
complicity.
“I’m sorry,?he excused himself from 2rsula’s request. “It’s just that the war has done away with everything.?
During the following days he busied himself destroying all trace of his passage through the world. He stripped
the silver shop until all that were left were impersonal objects, he gave his clothes away to the orderlies, and he
buried his weapons in the courtyard with the same feeling of penance with which his father had buried the spear
that had killed Prudencio Aguilar. He kept only one pistol with one bullet in it. 2rsula did not intervene. The only
time she dissuaded him was when he was about to destroy the daguerreotype of Remedios that was kept in the
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“You know better than I,?he said, “that all courts-martial are farces and that you’re really paying for the crimes
of other people, because this time we’re going to win the war at any price. Wouldn’t you have done the same in
my place??
General Moncada,cheap dofus kamas, got up to clean his thick horn-rimmed glasses on his shirttail. “Probably,?he said. “But what
worries me is not your shooting me,buy warcraft gold, because after all, for people like us it’s a natural death.?He laid his glasses
on the bed and took off his watch and chain. “What worries me,?he went on, “is that out of so much hatred for
the military, out of fighting them so much and thinking about them so much, you’ve ended up as bad as they are.
And no ideal in life is worth that much baseness.?He took off his wedding ring and the medal of the Virgin of
Help and put them alongside his glasses and watch.
“At this rate,runescape money,?he concluded, “you’ll not only be the most despotic and bloody dictator in our history, but you’ll
shoot my dear friend 2rsula in an attempt to pacify your conscience.?
Colonel Aureliano Buendaa stood there impassively. General Moncada then gave him the glasses, medal,
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watch, and ring and he changed his tone.
“But I didn’t send for you to scold you,?he said. “I wanted to ask you the favor of sending these things to my
wife.?
Colonel Aureliano Buendaa put them in his pockets.
“Is she still in Manaure??
“She’s still in Manaure,?General Moncada confirmed, “in the same house behind the church where you sent
the letter.?
“I’ll be glad to,acheter kamas, Jos?Raquel,?Colonel Aureliano Buendaa said.
When he went out into the blue air of the mist his face grew damp as on some other dawn in the past and only
then did he realize that -he had ordered the sentence to be carried out in the courtyard and not at the cemetery
wall. The firing squad, drawn up opposite the door, paid him the honors of a head of state.
“They can bring him out now,?he ordered.
Chapter 9
COLONEL GERINELDO MRQUEZ was the first to perceive the emptiness of the war. In his position as civil
and military leader of Macondo he would have telegraphic conversations twice a week with Colonel Aureliano
Buendaa. At first those exchanges would determine the course of a flesh-and-blood war, the perfectly defined
outlines of which told them at any moment the exact spot -where it was and the prediction of its future direction.
Although he never let himself be pulled into the area of confidences, not even by his closest friends, Colonel
Aureliano Buendaa still had at that time the familiar tone that made it possible to identify him at the other end of
the wire. Many times he would prolong the talk beyond the expected limit and let them drift into comments of a
make the country believe in reconciliation, he attempted seven other revolts. One night he bombarded Riohacha
from a schooner and the garrison dragged out of bed and shot the fourteen best-known Liberals in the town as a
reprisal. For more than two weeks he held a customs post on the border and from there sent the nation a call to
general war. Another of his expectations was lost for three months in the jungle in a mad attempt to cross more
than a thousand miles of virgin territory in order to proclaim war on the outskirts of the capital. On one occasion
he was lea than fifteen miles away from Macondo and was obliged by government patrols to hide in the
mountains, very close to the enchanted region where his father had found the fossil of a Spanish galleon many
years before.
Visitaci?n died around that time. She had the pleasure of dying a natural death after having renounced a throne
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out of fear of insomnia, and her last wish was that they should dig up the wages she had saved for more than
twenty years under her bed and send the money to Colonel Aureliano Buendaa so that he could go on with the
war. But 2rsula did not bother to dig it up because it was rumored in those days that Colonel Aureliano Buendaa
had been killed in a landing near the provincial capital. The official announcement?athe fourth in less than two
years?awas considered true for almost six months because nothing further was heard of him. Suddenly, when
2rsula and Amaranta had added new mourning to the past period, unexpected news arrived. Colonel Aureliano
Buendaa was alive, but apparently he had stopped harassing the government of his country and had joined with
the victorious federalism of other republics of the Caribbean. He would show up under different names farther
and farther away from his own country. Later it would be learned that the idea that was working on him at the
time was the unification of the federalist forms of Central America in order to wipe out conservative regimes
from Alaska to Patagonia. The first direct news that 2rsula received from him, several years after his departure,
was a wrinkled and faded letter that had arrived, passing through various hands,wow power leveling, from Santiago, Cuba.
“We’ve lost him forever,?2rsula exclaimed on reading it. “If he follows this path he’ll spend Christmas at the
ends of the earth.?
The person to whom she said it, who was the first to whom she showed the letter, was the Conservative
general Jos?Raquel Moncada, mayor of Macondo since the end of the war. “This Aureliano,?General Moncada
commented, “what a pity that he’s not a Conservative.?He really admired him. Like many Conservative civilians,
Jos?Raquel Moncada had waged war in defense of his party and had earned the title of general on the field of
battle, even though he was not a military man by profession. On the contrary, like so many of his fellow party
members, he was an antimilitarist. He considered military men unprincipled loafers,buy world of warcraft gold, ambitious plotters, experts
in facing down civilians in order to prosper during times of disorder. Intelligent, pleasant, ruddy-faced,daoc platinum, a man
who liked to eat and watch cockfights, he had been at one time the most feared adversary of Colonel Aureliano
Buendaa. He succeeded in imposing his authority over the career officers in a wide sector along the coast. One
time when he was forced by strategic circumstances to abandon a stronghold to the forces of Colonel Aureliano
Buendaa,buy warcraft gold, he left two letters for him. In one of them quite long, he invited him to join in a campaign to make war
morning with their coat collars turned up about their ears, rubbing their hands, whispering, taking refuge in
dreary early-morning caf|s to speculate over what the president had meant when he said yes, or what he had
meant when he said no,aoc power leveling, and even to imagine what the president was thinking when he said something quite
different, as he chased away mosquitoes at a temperature of ninety-five degrees, feeling the approach of the
fearsome dawn when he would have to give his men the command to jump into the sea.
One night of uncertainty, when Pilar Ternera was singing in the courtyard with the soldiers, he asked her to
read the future in her cards. “Watch out for your mouth,?was all that Pilar Ternera brought out after spreading
and picking up the cards three times. “I don’t know what it means, but the sign is very clear. Watch out for your
mouth.?Two days later someone gave an orderly a mug of black coffee and the orderly passed it on to someone
else and that one to someone else until, hand to hand, it reached Colonel Aureliano Buendaa office. He had not
asked for any coffee,aion gold, but since it was there the colonel drank it. It had a dose of nux vomica strong enough to kill
a horse. When they took him home he was stiff and arched and his tongue was sticking out between his teeth.
2rsula fought against death over him. After cleaning out his stomach with emetics,buy warcraft gold, she wrapped him in hot
blankets and fed him egg whites for two days until his harrowed body recovered its normal temperature. On the
fourth day he was out of danger. Against his will, pressured by 2rsula and his officers, he stayed in bed for
another week. Only then did he learn that his verses had not been burned. “I didn’t want to be hasty,?2rsula
explained to him. “That night when I went to light the oven I said to myself that it would be better to wait until
they brought the body.?In the haze of convalescence, surrounded by Remedios?dusty dolls, Colonel Aureliano
Buendaa, brought back the decisive periods of his existence by reading his poetry. He started writing again. For
many hours, balancing on the edge of the surprises of a war with no future, in rhymed verse he resolved his
experience on the shores of death. Then his thoughts became so clear that he was able to examine them forward
and backward. One night he asked Colonel Gerineldo Mrquez:
“Tell me something, old friend: why are you fighting??
“What other reason could there be??Colonel Gerineldo Mrquez answered. “For the great liberal party.?
“You’re lucky because you know why,?he answered. “As far as I’m concerned, I’ve come to realize only just
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now that I’m fighting because of pride.?
“That’s bad,wow gold,?Colonel Gerineldo Mrquez said. Colonel Aureliano Buendaa was amused at his alarm.
“Naturally,?he said. “But in any case, it’s better than not knowing why you’re fighting.?He looked him in the
eyes and added with a smile:
“Or fighting, like you, for something that doesn’t have any meaning for anyone.?
His pride had prevented him from making contact with the armed groups in the interior of the country until the
leaders of the party publicly rectified their declaration that he was a bandit. He knew, however, that as soon as he
put those scruples aside he would break the vicious circle of the war. Convalescence gave him time to reflect.
Then he succeeded in getting 2rsula to give him the rest of her buried inheritance and her substantial savings. He
named Colonel Gerineldo Mrquez civil and military leader of Macondo and he went off to make contact with
From then on, concerned about his own faith, the priest did not come back to visit him and dedicated himself
to hurrying along the building of the church. Rebeca felt her hopes being reborn. Her future was predicated on
the completion of the work,conan power leveling, for one Sunday when Father Nicanor was lunching at the house and the whole
family sitting at the table spoke of the solemnity and splendor that religious ceremonies would acquire when the
church was built, Amaranta said: “The luckiest one will be Rebeca.?And since Rebeca did not understand what
she meant, she explained it to her with an innocent smile:
“You’re going to be the one who will inaugurate the church with your wedding.?
Rebeca tried to forestall any comments. The way the construction was going the church would not be built
before another ten years. Father Nicanor did not agree: the growing generosity of the faithful permitted him to
make more optimistic calculations. To the mute Indignation of Rebeca, who could not finish her lunch, 2rsula
celebrated Amaranta’s idea and contributed a considerable sum for the work to move faster. Father Nicanor felt
that with another contribution like that the church would be ready within three years. From then on Rebeca did
not say another word to Amaranta, convinced that her initiative had not the innocence that she attempted to give
it. “That was the least serious thing I could have done,?Amaranta answered her during the violent argument they
had that night. “In that way I won’t have to kill you for three years.?Rebeca accepted the challenge.
When Pietro Crespi found out about the new postponement, he went through a crisis of disappointment, but
Rebeca gave him a final proof of her loyalty. “We’ll elope whenever you say,?she told him. Pietro Crespi,buy warcraft gold,
however, was not a man of adventure. He lacked the impulsive character of his fianc|e and he considered respect
for one’s given word as a wealth that should not be squandered. Then Rebeca turned to more audacious methods.
A mysterious wind blew out the lamps in the parlor and 2rsula surprised the lovers kissing in the dark. Pietro
Crespi gave her some confused explanations about the poor quality of modern pitch lamps and he even helped
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her install a more secure system of illumination for the room. But the fuel failed again or the wicks became
clogged and 2rsula found Rebeca sitting on her fianc|’s lap. This time she would accept no explanation. She
turned the responsibility of the bakery over to the Indian woman and sat in a rocking chair to watch over the
young people during the visits,city of villains power leveling, ready to win out over maneuvers that had already been old when she was a girl.
“Poor Mama,daoc power leveling,?Rebeca would say with mock indignation, seeing 2rsula yawn during the boredom of the visits.
“When she dies she’ll go off to her reward in that rocking chair.?After three months of supervised love, fatigued
by the slow progress of the construction, which he went to inspect every day, Pietro Crespi decided to give
Father Nicanor the money he needed to finish the church. Amaranta did not grow impatient. As she conversed
with her girl friends every afternoon when they came to embroider on the porch, she tried to think of new
subterfuges. A mistake in calculation spoiled the one she considered the most effective: removing the mothballs
that Rebeca had put in her wedding dress before she put it away in the bedroom dresser. She did it when two
months were left for the completion of the church. But Rebeca was so impatient with the approach of the
wedding that she wanted to get the dress ready earlier than Amaranta had foreseen. When she opened the dresser
“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
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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
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