think of your mother.?
He gave her a distant smile, raising his hand with all his fingers extended, and without saying a word he left
the house and faced the shouts, insults,runescape power leveling, and blasphemies that would follow him until he left the town. 2rsula put
the bar on the door, having decided not to take it down for the rest of her life. “We’ll rot in here,?she thought.
“We’ll turn to ashes in this house without men,kal online geons, but we won’t give this miserable town the pleasure of seeing us
weep.?She spent the whole morning looking for a memory of her son in the most hidden corners, but she could
find none.
The ceremony took place fifteen miles from Macondo in the shade of a gigantic ceiba tree around which the
town of Neerlandia would be founded later. The delegates from the government and the party and the
commission of the rebels who were laying down their arms were served by a noisy group of novices in white
habits who looked like a flock of doves that had been frightened by the rain. Colonel Aureliano Buendaa arrived
on a muddy mule. He had not shaved, more tormented by the pain of the sores than by the great failure of his
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dreams, for he had reached the end of all hope, beyond glory and the nostalgia of glory. In accordance with his
arrangements there was no music, no fireworks, no pealing bells, no shouts of victory, or any other manifestation
that might alter the mournful character of the armistice. An itinerant photographer who took the only picture of
him that could have been preserved was forced to smash his plates without developing them.
The ceremony lasted only the time necessary to sign the documents. Around the rustic table placed in the
center of a patched circus tent where the delegates sat were the last officers who were faithful to Colonel
Aureliano Buendaa. Before taking the signatures, the personal delegate of the president of the republic tried to
read the act of surrender aloud, but Colonel Aureliano Buendaa was against it. “Let’s not waste time on
formalities,?he said and prepared to sign the papers without reading them. One of his officers then broke the
soporific silence of the tent.
“Colonel,guild wars power leveling,?he said, “please do us the favor of not being the first to sign.?
Colonel Aureliano Buendaa acceded. When the documents went all around the table, in the midst of a silence
that was so pure that one could have deciphered the signatures from the scratching of the pen on the paper, the
first line was still blank. Colonel Aureliano Buendaa prepared to fill it.
“Colonel,?another of his officers said, “there’s still time for everything to come out right.?
Without changing his expression, Colonel Aureliano Buendaa signed the first copy. He had not finished signing
the last one when a rebel colonel appeared in the doorway leading a mule carrying two chests. In spite of his
entire youth he had a dry look and a patient expression. He was the treasurer of the revolution in the Macondo
region. He had made a difficult journey of six days, pulling along the mule, who was dying of hunger, in order to
arrive at the armistice on time. With an exasperating parsimony he took down the chests, opened them, and
placed on the table, one by one, seventy-two gold bricks,world of warcraft gold, Everyone had forgotten about the existence of that
fortune. In the disorder of the past year, when the central command fell apart and the revolution degenerated into
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the tormenting hammering and the constant noise of wooden lathings ceased in a silence that was startled at the
order and neatness of the music. They all ran to the parlor. Jos?Arcadio Buendaa was as if struck by lightning, not
because of the beauty of the melody, but because of the automatic working of the keys of the pianola,lineage 2 adena, and he set
up Melquaades?camera with the hope of getting a daguerreotype of the invisible player. That day the Italian had
lunch with them. Rebeca and Amaranta, serving the table, were intimidated by the way in which the angelic man
with pale and ringless hands manipulated the utensils. In the living room, next to the parlor, Pietro Crespi taught
them how to dance. He showed them the steps without touching them, keeping time with a metronome, under the
friendly eye of 2rsula, who did not leave the room for a moment while her daughters had their lesson. Pietro
Crespi wore special pants on those days, very elastic and tight, and dancing slippers, “You don’t have to worry so
much,?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa told her. “The man’s a fairy.?But she did not leave off her vigilance until the
apprenticeship was over and the Italian left Macondo. Then they began to organize the party. 2rsula drew up a
strict guest list, in which the only ones invited were the descendants of the founders, except for the family of
Pilar Ternera, who by then had had two more children by unknown fathers. It was truly a high-class list, except
that it was determined by feelings of friendship, for those favored were not only the oldest friends of Jos?Arcadio
Buendaa’s house since before they undertook the exodus and the founding of Macondo, but also their sons and
grandsons, who were the constant companions of Aureliano and Arcadio since infancy, and their daughters,buy rs money, who
were the only ones who visited the house to embroider with Rebeca and Amaranta. Don Apolinar Moscote,guild wars power leveling, the
benevolent ruler whose activity had been reduced to the maintenance from his scanty resources of two policemen
armed with wooden clubs, was a figurehead. In older to support the household expenses his daughters had
opened a sewing shop, where they made felt flowers as well as guava delicacies, and wrote love notes to order.
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But in spite of being modest and hard-working, the most beautiful girls in Iowa, and the most skilled at the new
dances, they did not manage to be considered for the party.
While 2rsula and the girls unpacked furniture, polished silverware, and hung pictures of maidens in boats full
of roses, which gave a breath of new life to the naked areas that the masons had built, Jos?Arcadio Buendaa
stopped his pursuit of the image of God, convinced of His nonexistence, and he took the pianola apart in order to
decipher its magical secret. Two days before the party, swamped in a shower of leftover keys and hammers,
bungling in the midst of a mix-up of strings that would unroll in one direction and roll up again in the other, he
succeeded in a fashion in putting the instrument back together. There had never been as many surprises and as
much dashing about as in those days, but the new pitch lamps were lighted on the designated day and hour. The
house was opened, still smelling of resin and damp whitewash, and the children and grandchildren of the
founders saw the porch with ferns and begonias, the quiet rooms, the garden saturated with the fragrance of the
roses,guild wars power leveling, and they gathered together in the parlor, facing the unknown invention that had been covered with a white
sheet. Those who were familiar with the piano, popular in other towns in the swamp, felt a little disheartened, but
more bitter was 2rsula’s disappointment when she put in the first roll so that Amaranta and Rebeca could begin
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
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