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The pact did not succeed, however, in incorporating Fernanda into the family. 2rsula insisted in vain that she
take off the woolen ruff which she would have on when she got up from making love and which made the
neighbors whisper. She could not convince her to use the bathroom or the night lavatory and sell the gold
chamberpot to Colonel Aureliano Buendaa so that he could convert it into little fishes. Amaranta felt so
uncomfortable with her defective diction and her habit of using euphemisms to designate everything that she
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“Thifisif.?she would say, “ifisif onefos ofosif thofosif whosufu cantantant statantand thefesef smufumellu
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“I was saying,?she told her, “that you’re one of those people who mix up their ass and their ashes.?
From that time on they did not speak to each other again. When circumstances demanded it they would send
notes. In spite of the visible hostility of the family, Fernanda did not give up her drive to impose the customs of
her ancestors. She put an end to the custom of eating in the kitchen and whenever anyone was hungry, and she
imposed the obligation of doing it at regular hours at the large table in the dining room,rose zulie, covered with a linen
cloth and with silver candlesticks and table service. The solemnity of an act which 2rsula had considered the
most simple one of daily life created a tense atmosphere against which the silent Jos?Arcadio Segundo rebelled
before anyone else. But the custom was imposed, the same as that of reciting the rosary before dinner, and it
drew the attention of the neighbors, who soon spread the rumor that the Buendaas did not sit down to the table
like other mortals but had changed the act of eating into a kind of high mass. Even 2rsula’s superstitions, with
origins that came more from an inspiration of the moment than from tradition, came into conflict with those of
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circle of rigidity begun by Fernanda from the moment she arrived finally closed completely and no one but she
determined the destiny of the family. The business in pastries and small candy animals that Santa Sofaa de la
Piedad had kept up because of 2rsula’s wishes was considered an unworthy activity by Fernanda and she lost no
time in putting a stop to it. The doors of the house, wide open from dawn until bedtime, were closed during siesta
time under the pretext that the sun heated up the bedrooms and in the end they were closed for good. The aloe
branch and loaf of bread that had been hanging over the door since the days of the founding were replaced by a
niche with the Sacred Heart of Jesus. Colonel Aureliano, Buendaa became aware somehow of those changes and
foresaw their consequences. “We’re becoming people of quality,?he protested. “At this rate we’ll end up fighting
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Amaranta and Pietro Crespi had, in fact, deepened their friendship, protected by 2rsula,buy rs gold, who this time did not
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Florence,?Pietro Crespi would say, going through the cards. “A person can put out his hand and the birds will
come to feed.?Sometimes, over a watercolor of Venice, nostalgia would transform the smell of mud and
putrefying shellfish of the canals into the warm aroma of flowers. Amaranta would sigh, laugh, and dream of a
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whose past grandeur only the cats among the rubble remained. After crossing the ocean in search of it, after
having confused passion with the vehement stroking of Rebeca, Pietro Crespi had found love. Happiness was
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brother, was in charge of the store because Pietro Crespi barely had enough time to take care of the music school.
Thanks to him the Street of the Turks, with its dazzling display of knickknacks, became a melodic oasis where
one could forget Arcadio’s arbitrary acts and the distant nightmare of the war. When 2rsula ordered the revival of
Sunday mass, Pietro Crespi donated a German harmonium to the church, organized a children’s chorus, and
prepared a Gregorian repertory that added a note of splendor to Father Nicanor’s quiet rite. No one doubted that
he would make Amaranta a fortunate mate. Not pushing their feelings, letting themselves be borne along by the
natural flow of their hearth they reached a point where all that was left to do was set a wedding date. They did
not encounter any obstacles. 2rsula accused herself inwardly of having twisted Rebecca’s destiny with repeated
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Aureliano Jos? in whom he had stirred up a love that was almost filial, would be considered their oldest child.
Everything made Amaranta think that she was heading toward a smooth happiness. But unlike Rebeca, she did
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she always waited for him, convinced that he was going to arrive on some other day by mistake. It happened
quite the opposite: once the mule did not come on the usual day. Mad with desperation, Rebeca got up in the
middle of the night and ate handfuls of earth in the garden with a suicidal drive, weeping with pain and fury,
chewing tender earthworms and chipping her teeth on snail shells. She vomited until dawn. She fell into a state
of feverish prostration, lost consciousness, and her heart went into a shameless delirium. 2rsula,buy runescape gold, scandalized,
forced the lock on her trunk and found at the bottom, tied together with pink ribbons, the sixteen perfumed letters
and the skeletons of leaves and petals preserved in old books and the dried butterflies that turned to powder at the
touch.
Aureliano was the only one capable of understanding such desolation. That afternoon, while 2rsula was trying
to rescue Rebeca from the slough of delirium, he went with Magnafico Visbal and Gerineldo Mrquez to
Catarino’s store. The establishment had been expanded with a gallery of wooden rooms where single women
who smelled of dead flowers lived. A group made up of an accordion and drums played the songs of Francisco
the Man, who had not been seen in Macondo for several years. The three friends drank fermented cane juice.
Magnafico and Gerineldo, contemporaries of Aureliano but more skilled in the ways of the world, drank
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mass, saying words that did not come out of their mouths and making mysterious signals that did not correspond
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Aureliano checked his feet and raised his head. He did not know how he had come there, but he knew what his
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“I’ve come to sleep with you,?he said.
His clothes were smeared with mud and vomit. Pilar Ternera, who lived alone at that time with her two
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cloth, took of his clothes, and then got completely undressed and lowered the mosquito netting so that her
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