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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, 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
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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, 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,buy aion kina, 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,age of conan gold, 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,?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
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“Or fighting,conan power leveling, 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
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Friday, July 30, 2010 | 8:50 pm

the tormenting hammering and the constant noise of wooden lathings ceased in a silence that was startled at the
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because of the beauty of the melody, but because of the automatic working of the keys of the pianola, and he set
up Melquaades?camera with the hope of getting a daguerreotype of the invisible player. That day the Italian had
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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
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Friday, July 30, 2010 | 5:27 am

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, 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,l2 adena, next to the parlor, Pietro Crespi taught
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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
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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.
?28 312188 3
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, 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

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