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Friday, July 30, 2010 | 5:27 amthe 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
them how to dance. He showed them the steps without touching them, keeping time with a metronome, under the
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much,?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa told her. “The man’s a fairy.?But she did not leave off her vigilance until the
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
Buendaa’s house since before they undertook the exodus and the founding of Macondo,conan power leveling, but also their sons and
grandsons, who were the constant companions of Aureliano and Arcadio since infancy, and their daughters, who
were the only ones who visited the house to embroider with Rebeca and Amaranta. Don Apolinar Moscote, the
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.
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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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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, 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.
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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, 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, 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
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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
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