doctor.?he said. “The important thing is that from now on we’ll be fighting only for power.?Still smiling, he took
the documents the delegates gave him and made ready to sign them.
“Since that’s the way it is,?he concluded, “we have no objection to accepting.?
His men looked at one another in consternation. “Excuse me, colonel,?Colonel Gerineldo Mrquez said softly,
“but this is a betrayal.?
Colonel Aureliano Buendaa held the inked pen in the air and discharged the whole weight of his authority on
him.
“Surrender your weapons,?he ordered.
Colonel Gerineldo Mrquez stood up and put his sidearms on the table.
“Report to the barracks,?Colonel Aureliano Buendaa ordered him. “Put yourself at the disposition of the
revolutionary court.?
Then he signed the declaration and gave the sheets of paper to the emissaries, saying to them:
“Here an your papers, gentlemen. I hope you can get some advantage out of them.?
Two days later,runescape money, Colonel Gerineldo Mrquez, accused of high treason, was condemned to death. Lying in his
hammock, Colonel Aureliano Buendaa was insensible to the pleas for clemency. On the eve of the execution,
disobeying the order not to bother him, 2rsula visited him in his bedroom. Encased in black, invested with a rare
solemnity,world of warcraft gold, she stood during the three minutes of the interview. “I know that you’re going to shoot Gerineldo,?she
said calmly,rs money, “and that I can’t do anything to stop it. But I give you one warning: as soon as I see his body I swear
to you by the bones of my father and mother, by the memory of Jos?Arcadio Buendaa, I swear to you before God
that I will drag you out from wherever you’re hiding and kill you with my own two hands.?Before leaving the
room, without waiting for any reply, she concluded:
“It’s the same as if you’d been born with the tail of a pig.?
During that interminable night while Colonel Gerineldo Mrquez thought about his dead afternoons in
Amaranta’s sewing room, Colonel Aureliano Buendaa scratched for many hours trying to break the hard shell of
his solitude. His only happy moments, since that remote afternoon when his father had taken him to see ice,forza motosport, had
taken place in his silver workshop where he passed the time putting little gold fishes together. He had had to start
thirty-two wars and had had to violate all of his pacts with death and wallow like a hog in the dungheap of glory
in order to discover the privileges of simplicity almost forty years late.
At dawn, worn out by the tormented vigil, he appeared in the cell an hour before the execution. “The farce is
over, old friend,?he said to Colonel Gerineldo Mrquez. “Let’s get out of here before the mosquitoes in here
execute you.?Colonel Gerineldo Mrquez could not repress the disdain that was inspired in him by that attitude.
“No, Aureliano,?he replied. “I’d rather be dead than see you changed into a bloody tyrant.?
“You won’t see me,?Colonel Aureliano Buendaa said. “Put on your shoes and help me get this shitty war over
with.?
When he said it he did not know that it was easier to start a war than to end one. It took him almost a year of
fierce and bloody effort to force the government to propose conditions of peace favorable to the rebels and
another year to convince his own partisans of the convenience of accepting them. He went to inconceivable
extremes of cruelty to put down the rebellion of his own officers, who resisted and called for victory, and he
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out. She felt for Aureliano in the darkness, put her hand on his stomach and kissed him on the neck with a
maternal tenderness. “My poor child,?she murmured. Aureliano shuddered. With a calm skill, without the
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slightest misstep,runescape power leveling, he left his accumulated grief behind and found Remedios changed into a swamp without
horizons, smelling of a raw animal and recently ironed clothes. When he came to the surface he was weeping.
First they were involuntary and broken sobs. Then he emptied himself out in an unleashed flow,runescape power leveling, feeling that
something swollen and painful had burst inside of him. She waited, snatching his head with the tips of her
fingers, until his body got rid of the dark material that would not let him live. They Pilar Ternera asked him:
“Who is it??And Aureliano told her. She let out a laugh that in other times frightened the doves and that now did
not even wake up the children. “You’ll have to raise her first,?she mocked, but underneath the mockery
Aureliano found a reservoir of understanding. When he went out of the room, leaving behind not only his doubts
about his virility but also the bitter weight that his heart had borne for so many months, Pilar Ternera made him a
spontaneous promise.
“I’m going to talk to the girl,?she told him, “and you’ll see what I’ll serve her on the tray.?
She kept her promise. But it was a bad moment, because the house had lost its peace of former days. When she
discovered Rebeca’s passion, which was impossible to keep secret because of her shouts, Amaranta suffered an
attack of fever. She also suffered from the barb of a lonely love. Shut up in the bathroom, she would release
herself from the torment of a hopeless passion by writing feverish letters,aion kina, which she finally hid in the bottom of
her trunk. 2rsula barely had the strength to take care of the two sick girls. She was unable, after prolonged and
insidious interrogations, to ascertain the causes of Amaranta’s prostration. Finally, in another moment of
inspiration, she forced the lock on the trunk and found the letters tied with a pink ribbon, swollen with fresh lilies
and still wet with tears, addressed and never sent to Pietro Crespi. Weeping with rage, she cursed the day that it
had occurred to her to buy the pianola, and she forbade the embroidery lessons and decreed a kind of mourning
with no one dead which was to be prolonged until the daughters got over their hopes. Useless was the
intervention of Jos?Arcadio Buendaa, who had modified his first impression of Pietro Crespi and admired his
ability in the manipulation of musical machines. So that when Pilar Ternera told Aureliano that Remedios had
decided on marriage, he could see that the news would only give his parents more trouble. Invited to the parlor
for a formal interview, Jos?Arcadio Buendaa and 2rsula listened stonily to their son’s declaration. When he
learned the name of the fianc|e, however, Jos?Arcadio Buendaa grew red with indignation. “Love is a disease,?
he thundered. “With so many pretty and decent girls around, the only thing that occurs to you is to get married to
the daughter of our enemy.?But 2rsula agreed with the choice. She confessed her affection for the seven Moscote
sisters. for their beauty, their ability for work, their modesty, and their good manners, and she celebrated her
son’s prudence. Conquered by his wife’s enthusiasm, Jos?Arcadio Buendaa then laid down one condition:
Rebeca, who was the one he wanted, would marry Pietro Crespi. 2rsula would take Amaranta on a trip to the
capital of the province when she had time, so that contact with different people would alleviate her
disappointment. Rebeca got her health back just as soon as she heard of the agreement,runescape money, and she wrote her fianc?a
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