into the bedroom to meet his first son. Even though the child was languid and weepy,wow power leveling, with no mark of a Buendaa,
he did not have to think twice about naming him.
“We’ll call him Jos?Arcadio,?he said.
Fernanda del Carpio, the beautiful woman he had married the year before, agreed. 2rsula, on the other hand,
could not conceal a vague feeling of doubt. Throughout the long history of the family the insistent repetition of
names had made her draw some conclusions that seemed to be certain. While the Aurelianos were withdrawn,
but with lucid minds, the Jos?Arcadios were impulsive and enterprising,gw gold, but they were marked with a tragic sign.
The only cases that were impossible to classify were those of Jos?Arcadio Segundo and Aureliano Segundo.
They were so much alike and so mischievous during childhood that not even Santa Sofaa de la Piedad could tell
them apart. On the day of their christening Amaranta put bracelets on them with their respective names and
dressed them in different colored clothing marked with each one’s initials, but when they began to go to school
they decided to exchange clothing and bracelets and call each other by opposite names. The teacher, Melchor
Escalona, used to knowing Jos?Arcadio Segundo by his green shirt, went out of his mind when he discovered
that the latter was wearing Aureliano Segundo’s bracelet and that the other one said, nevertheless, that his name
was Aureliano Segundo in spite of the fact that he was wearing the white shirt and the bracelet with Jos?Arcadio
Segundo’s name. From then on he was never sure who was who. Even when they grew up and life made them
different. 2rsula still wondered if they themselves might not have made a mistake in some moment of their
intricate game of confusion and had become changed forever. Until the beginning of adolescence they were two
synchronized machines. They would wake up at the same time, have the urge to go to the bathroom at the same
time, suffer the same upsets in health, and they even dreamed about the same things. In the house, where it was
thought that they coordinated their actions with a simple desire to confuse, no one realized what really was
happening until one day when Santa Sofaa de la Piedad gave one of them a glass of lemonade and as soon as he
tasted it the other one said that it needed sugar. Santa Sofaa de la Piedad, who had indeed forgotten to put sugar in
the lemonade, told 2rsula about it. “That’s what they’re all like,runescape power leveling,?she said without surprise. “crazy from birth.?In
time things became less disordered. The one who came out of the game of confusion with the name of Aureliano
Segundo grew to monumental size like his grandfathers, and the one who kept the name of Jos?Arcadio Segundo
grew to be bony like the colonel, and the only thing they had in common was the family’s solitary air. Perhaps it
was that crossing of stature, names, and character that made 2rsula suspect that they had been shuffled like a
deck of cards since childhood.
The decisive difference was revealed in the midst of the war, when Jos?Arcadio Segundo asked Colonel
Gerineldo Mrquez to let him see an execution. Against 2rsula’s better judgment his wishes were satisfied.
Aureliano Segundo,rs money, on the other hand, shuddered at the mere idea of witnessing an execution. He preferred to
stay home. At the age of twelve he asked 2rsula what was in the locked room. “Papers,?she answered.
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“Melquaades?books and the strange things that he wrote in his last years.?Instead of calming him, the answer
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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