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her trousseau and in six trunks put the candelabra, the silver service, and the gold chamberpot along with the
countless and useless remains of a family catastrophe that had been two centuries late in its fulfillment. Don
Fernando declined the invitation to go along. He promised to go later when he had cleared up his affairs, and
from the moment when he gave his daughter his blessing he shut himself up in his study again to write out the
announcements with mournful sketches and the family coat of arms, which would be the first human contact that
Fernanda and her father would have had in all their lives. That was the real date of her birth for her. For
Aureliano Segundo it was almost simultaneously the beginning and the end of happiness.
Fernanda carried a delicate calendar with small golden keys on which her spiritual adviser had marked in
purple ink the dates of venereal abstinence. Not counting Holy week, Sundays, holy days of obligation, first
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spread out through a web of purple crosses. Aureliano Segundo, convinced that time would break up that hostile
network, prolonged the wedding celebration beyond the expected time. Tired of throwing out so many empty
brandy and champagne bottles so that they would not clutter up the house and at the same time intrigued by the
fact that the newlyweds slept at different times and in separate rooms while the fireworks and music and the
slaughtering of cattle went on, 2rsula remembered her own experience and wondered whether Fernanda might
have a chastity belt too which would sooner or later provoke jokes in the town and give rise to a tragedy. But
Fernanda confessed to her that she was just letting two weeks go by before allowing the first contact with her
husband. Indeed, when the period was over, she opened her bedroom with a resignation worthy of an expiatory
victim and Aureliano Segundo saw the most beautiful woman on earth, with her glorious eyes of a frightened
animal and her long,cheap runescape gold, copper-colored hair spread out across the pillow. He was so fascinated with that vision that
it took him a moment to realize that Fernanda was wearing a white nightgown that reached down to her ankles,
with long sleeves and with a large, round buttonhole, delicately trimmed, at the level of her lower stomach.
Aureliano Segundo could not suppress an explosion of laughter.
“That’s the most obscene thing I’ve ever seen in my life,?he shouted with a laugh that rang through the house.
“I married a Sister of Charity.?
A month later, unsuccessful in getting his wife to take off her nightgown,buy runescape money, he had the picture taken of Petra
Cotes dressed as a queen. Later on, when he succeeded in getting Fernanda to come back home, she gave in to
his urges in the fever of reconciliation, but she could not give him the repose he had dreamed about when he
went to fetch her in the city with the thirty-two belfries. Aureliano Segundo found only a deep feeling of
desolation in her. One night, a short time before their first child was born, Fernanda realized that her husband had
returned in secret to the bed of Petra Cotes.
“That’s what happened,?he admitted. And he explained in a tone of prostrated resignation: “I had to do it so
that the animals would keep on breeding.?
He needed a little time to convince her about such a strange expedient, but when he finally did so by means of
proofs that seemed irrefutable, the only promise that Fernanda demanded from him was that he should not be
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service, for the everyday utensils had been sold one by one to underwrite the costs of her education. Her mother
had succumbed to five-o’clock fever. Her father, Don Fernando, dressed in black with a stiff collar and a gold
watch chain, would give her a silver coin on Mondays for the household expenses, and the funeral wreaths
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that he went out he would return to recite the rosary with her. She had intimate friendships with no one. She had
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afternoon. She had even began to lose the illusion of being a queen when two peremptory raps of the knocker
sounded at the door and she opened it to a well-groomed military officer with ceremonious manners who had a
scar on his cheek and a gold medal on his chest. He closeted himself with her father in the study. Two hours later
her father came to get her in the sewing room. “Get your things together,?he told her. “You have to take a long
trip.?That was how they took her to Macondo. In one single day, with a brutal slap, life threw on top of her the
whole weight of a reality that her parents had kept hidden from her for many years. When she returned home she
shut herself up in her room to weep, indifferent to Don Fernando’s pleas and explanations as he tried to erase the
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the Liberal ministers had had their pictures taken on their knees in the act of kissing his ring. That the leading
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and on the following Sunday she had danced in the nude at the summer house of the president of the republic.
“Don’t talk to me about politics,?the colonel would tell him. “Our business is selling little fishes.?The rumor that
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made 2rsula laugh when it reached her ears. With her terrible practical sense she could not understand the
colonel’s business as he exchanged little fishes for gold coins and then converted the coins into little fishes, and
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with a peace of the spirit. The last time he was seen to take an interest in some matter related to the war was
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always been promised and were always about to be put into effect. “Forget about it,?he told them. “You can see
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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:
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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.?
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discovered Rebeca’s passion, which was impossible to keep secret because of her shouts, Amaranta suffered an
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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
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daguerreotype laboratory to the fantasies of Jos?Arcadio Buendaa who had resolved to use it to obtain scientific
proof of the existence of God. Through a complicated process of superimposed exposures taken in different parts
of the house, he was sure that sooner or later he would get a daguerreotype of God, if He existed, or put an end
once and for all to the supposition of His existence. Melquaades got deeper into his interpretations of
Nostradamus. He would stay up until very late, suffocating in his faded velvet vest, scribbling with his tiny
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of the race of the Buendaa. “It’s a mistake,?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa thundered. “They won’t be houses of glass but
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