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the name Aureliano and the last name of their mothers. The three days that they stayed in the house, to the
satisfaction of 2rsula and the scandal of Fernanda, were like a state war. Amaranta searched among old papers
for the ledger where 2rsula had written down the names and birth and baptism dates of all of them, and beside
the space for each one she added his present address. That list could well have served as a recapitulation of
twenty years of war. From it the nocturnal itinerary of the colonel from the dawn he left Macondo at the head of
twenty-one men on his way to a fanciful rebellion until he returned for the last time wrapped in a blanket stiff
with blood could have been reconstructed. Aureliano Segundo did not let the chance go by to regale his cousins
with a thunderous champagne and accordion party that was interpreted as a tardy adjustment of accounts with the
carnival, which went awry because of the jubilee. They smashed half of the dishes, they destroyed the rose
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Fernanda, but no one regretted the destruction because the house shook with a healthy earthquake. Colonel
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amused by their wildness, and before they left he gave each one a little gold fish. Even the withdrawn Jos?
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at once. Aureliano Segundo, who saw the limitless prospect of wild times offered by those mad relatives, decided
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“It’s as if time had turned around and we were back at the beginning.?When he thought that the river was
navigable, Jos?Arcadio Segundo gave his brother a detailed account of his plans and the latter gave him the
money he needed for the enterprise. He disappeared for a long time. It had been said that his plan to buy a boat
was nothing but a trick to make off with his brother’s money when the news spread that a strange craft was
approaching the town. The inhabitants of Macondo, who no longer remembered the colossal undertakings of Jos?
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ever to dock in the town. It was nothing but a log raft drawn by thick ropes pulled by twenty men who walked
along the bank. In the prow, with a glow of satisfaction in his eyes, Jos?Arcadio Segundo was directing the
arduous maneuver. There arrived with him a rich group of splendid matrons who were protecting themselves
from the burning sun with gaudy parasols, and wore on their shoulders fine silk kerchiefs, with colored creams
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accounting to his brother and very soon plunged back into the routine of cockfights. The only thing that remained
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magnificent arts transformed traditional methods of love and their sense of social well-being abolished
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granddaughter, could not prevent the choice. Until then she had succeeded in keeping her off the streets unless it
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afternoon watching it rain on the begonias. 2rsula understood then that they would not have him home for long.
“If it’s not the war,?she thought, “it can only be death.?It was a supposition that was so neat, so convincing that
she identified it as a premonition.
That night, at dinner, the supposed Aureliano Segundo broke his bread with his right hand and drank his soup
with his left. His twin brother, the supposed Jos?Arcadio Segundo, broke his bread with his left hand and drank
his soup with his right. So precise was their coordination that they did not look like two brothers sitting opposite
each other but like a trick with mirrors. The spectacle that the twins had invented when they became aware that
they were equal was repeated in honor of the new arrival. But Colonel Aureliano Buendaa did not notice it. He
seemed so alien to everything that he did not even notice Remedios the Beauty as she passed by naked on her
way to her bedroom. 2rsula was the only one who dared disturb his, abstraction.
“If you have to go away again,?she said halfway through dinner, “at least try to remember how we were
tonight.?
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heart for the place where his affection had rotted away and he could not find it. On another occasion, he felt at
least a confused sense of shame when he found the smell of 2rsula on his own skin, and more than once he felt
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“I’m sorry,forza credits,?he excused himself from 2rsula’s request. “It’s just that the war has done away with everything.?
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attention to inform him: “Everything normal, colonel.?And normality was precisely the most fearful part of that
infinite war: nothing ever happened. Alone, abandoned by his premonitions, fleeing the chill that was to
accompany him until death, he sought a last refuge in Macondo in the warmth of his oldest memories. His
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They were six lawyers in frock coats and top hats who endured the violent November sun with stiff stoicism.
2rsula put them up in her house. They spent the greater part of the day closeted in the bedroom in hermetic
conferences and at dusk they asked for an escort and some accordion players and took over Catarino’s store.
“Leave them alone,?Colonel Aureliano Buendaa ordered. “After all, I know what they want.?At the beginning of
December the long-awaited interview, which many had foreseen as an interminable argument, was resolved in
less than an hour.
In the hot parlor, beside the specter of the pianola shrouded in a white sheet, Colonel Aureliano Buendaa did
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support of the Catholic masses. They asked, finally, that he renounce the aim of equal rights for natural and
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“That means,?Colonel Aureliano Buendaa said, smiling when the reading was over, “that all we’re fighting for
is power.?
“They’re tactical changes,?one of the delegates replied. “Right now the main thing is to broaden the popular
base of the war. Then we’ll have another look.?
One of Colonel Aureliano Buendaa’s political advisers hastened to intervene.
“It’s a contradiction?he said. “If these changes are good, it means that the Conservative regime is good. If we
succeed in broadening the popular base of the war with them, as you people say, it means that the regime his a
broad popular base. It means, in short, that for almost twenty years we’ve been fighting against the sentiments of
the nation.?
He was going to go on, but Colonel Aureliano Buendaa stopped him with a signal. “Don’t waste your time,
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they cam together and combined to form words that were gradually losing all meaning. Colonel Gerineldo
Mrquez limited himself then to just listening, burdened by the impression that he was in telegraphic contact
with a stranger from another world.
“I understand, Aureliano,?he would conclude on the key. “Long live the Liberal party!?
He finally lost all contact with the war. What in other times had been a real activity, an irresistible passion of
his youth, became a remote point of reference for him: an emptiness. His only refuge was Amaranta’s sewing
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“How strange men are,?she said, because she could not think of anything else to say. “They spend their lives
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bedroom. Then, instead of fleeing, instead of shouting as she had thought she would, she let herself be saturated
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realized that he was completely naked. “Go away,?she whispered, suffocating with curiosity. “Go away or I’ll
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“Can a person marry his own aunt??he asked, startled.
“He not only can do that, a soldier answered him. “but we’re fighting this war against the priests so that a
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“It’s not just that,?Amaranta retorted. “Any children will be born with the tail of a pig.?
Aureliano Jos?was deaf to all arguments.
“I don’t care if they’re born as armadillos,?he begged.
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examined the inside of his lower eyelid. “It’s not there,?Aureliano said, following what they told him. He pushed
the tips of his fingers into his liver and added: “Here’s where I have the pain that won’t let me sleep.?Then Dr.
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plot horrified him. Dr. Noguera had a mystique of personal assassination. His system was reduced to
coordinating a series of individual actions which in one master stroke covering the whole nation would liquidate
the functionaries of the regime along with their respective families, especially the children, in order to
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“You’re no Liberal or anything else,?Aureliano told him without getting excited. “You’re nothing but a
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“In that case,?the doctor replied with equal calm, “give me back the bottle. You don’t need it any more.?
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Don Apolinar Moscote turned pale. He took a step backward and tightened his jaws as he said with a certain
affliction:
“I must warn you that I’m armed.?
Jos?Arcadio Buendaa did not know exactly when his hands regained the useful strength with which he used to
pull down horses. He grabbed Don Apolinar Moscote by the lapels and lifted him up to the level of his eyes.
“I’m doing this,?he said, “because I would rather carry you around alive and not have to keep carrying you
around dead for the rest of my life.?
In that way he carried him through the middle of the street, suspended by the lapels, until he put him down on
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resolving to expel the invaders, went with their older sons to put themselves at the disposal of Jos?Arcadio
Buendaa. But he was against it, as he explained, because it was not manl y to make trouble for someone in front
of his family, and Don Apolinar had returned with his wife and daughters. So he decided to resolve the situation
in a pleasant way.
Aureliano went with him. About that time he had begun to cultivate the black mustache with waxed tips and
the somewhat stentorian voice that would characterize him in the war. Unarmed, without paying any attention to
the guards, they went into the magistrate’s office. Don Apolinar Moscote did not lose his calm. He introduced
them to two of his daughters who happened to be there: Amparo, sixteen, dark like her mother, and Remedios,
only nine, a pretty little girl with lily-colored skin and green eyes. They were gracious and well-mannered. As
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