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arrived from the most distant corners of the coast, captivated by the talk of the jubilee. They all bore with pride
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
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twenty-one men on his way to a fanciful rebellion until he returned for the last time wrapped in a blanket stiff
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and climb a greased pole, and in the dining room they turned loose a pig daubed with lard, which prostrated
Fernanda, but no one regretted the destruction because the house shook with a healthy earthquake. Colonel
Aureliano Buendaa who at first received them with mistrust and even doubted the parentage of some, was
amused by their wildness, and before they left he gave each one a little gold fish. Even the withdrawn Jos?
Arcadio Segundo offered them an afternoon of cockfights, which was at the point of ending in tragedy because
several of the Aurelianos were so expert in matters of the cockpit that they spotted Father Antonio Isabel’s tricks
at once. Aureliano Segundo, who saw the limitless prospect of wild times offered by those mad relatives, decided
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He gave her a distant smile, raising his hand with all his fingers extended, and without saying a word he left
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“We’ll turn to ashes in this house without men, but we won’t give this miserable town the pleasure of seeing us
weep.?She spent the whole morning looking for a memory of her son in the most hidden corners, but she could
find none.
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commission of the rebels who were laying down their arms were served by a noisy group of novices in white
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that might alter the mournful character of the armistice. An itinerant photographer who took the only picture of
him that could have been preserved was forced to smash his plates without developing them.
The ceremony lasted only the time necessary to sign the documents. Around the rustic table placed in the
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“Colonel,world of warcraft gold,?he said, “please do us the favor of not being the first to sign.?
Colonel Aureliano Buendaa acceded. When the documents went all around the table, in the midst of a silence
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first line was still blank. Colonel Aureliano Buendaa prepared to fill it.
“Colonel,?another of his officers said, “there’s still time for everything to come out right.?
Without changing his expression, Colonel Aureliano Buendaa signed the first copy. He had not finished signing
the last one when a rebel colonel appeared in the doorway leading a mule carrying two chests. In spite of his
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Colonel Aureliano Buendaa did not show any sign of anger, but his spirit only calmed down when his
bodyguard had sacked the widow’s house and reduced it to ashes. “Watch out for your heart, Aureliano,?Colonel
Gerineldo Mrquez would say to him then. “You’re rotting alive.?About that time he called together a second
assembly of the principal rebel commanders. He found all types: idealists, ambitious people, adventurers, those
with social resentments, even common criminals. There was even a former Conservative functionary who had
taken refuge in the revolt to escape a judgment for misappropriation of funds. Many of them did not even know
why they were fighting in the midst of that motley crowd, whose differences of values were on the verge of
causing an internal explosion, one gloomy authority stood out: General Te6filo Vargas. He was a full-blooded
Indian, untamed, illiterate, and endowed with quiet wiles and a messianic vocation that aroused a demented
fanaticism in his men. Colonel Aureliano Buendaa called the meeting with the aim of unifying the rebel
command against the maneuvers of the politicians. General Te?filo Vargas came forward with his intentions: in a
few hours he shattered the coalition of better-qualified commanders and took charge of the main command.
“He’s a wild beast worth watching,?Colonel Aureliano Buendaa told his officers. “That man is more dangerous to
us than the Minister of War.?Then a very young captain who had always been outstanding for his timidity raised
a cautious index finger.
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Colonel Aureliano Buendaa was not alarmed by the coldness of the proposition but by the way in which, by a
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“Don’t expect me to give an order like that,?he said.
He did not give it, as a matter of fact. But two weeks later General Te?filo Vargas was cut to bits by machetes
in an ambush and Colonel Aureliano Buendaa assumed the main command. The same night that his authority was
recognized by all the rebel commands, he woke up in a fright, calling for a blanket. An inner coldness which
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Thursday, August 12, 2010 | 5:40 am

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government troops abandoned their positions without resistance and that aroused an illusion of victory among the
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knocked down by army cannon fire, Father Nicanor commented from his sickbed: “This is silly; the defenders of
the faith of Christ destroy the church and the Masons order it rebuilt.?Looking for a loophole through which he
could escape, he spent hours on end in the telegraph office conferring with the commanders of other towns, and
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Tuesday, August 10, 2010 | 4:45 am

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The officer’s horse reared. Then Colonel Aureliano Buendaa stopped, tremulous, avoided the arms of his mother,
and fixed a stern look on her eyes.
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He looked at Amaranta, who stood indecisively two steps behind 2rsula, and he smiled as he asked her, “What
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away so that the horses would not run her down. The troop took off. A special guard surrounded the prisoners
and took them to the jail at a trot.
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The sentries blocked her way. “I’m going in in any case,?2rsula warned them. “So if you have orders to shoot,
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soldiers were oiling their weapons. An officer in a field uniform, ruddy-faced, with very thick glasses and
ceremonious manners, signaled to the sentries to withdraw.
“I am the mother of Colonel Aureliano Buendaa,?2rsula repeated.
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kept for him since the day she had sensed his return. She found Colonel Aureliano Buendaa in the room that was
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Father Nicanor revealed in his Sunday sermon that Jos?Arcadio and Rebeca were not brother and sister. 2rsula
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across from the cemetery and established themselves there with no other furniture but Jos?Arcadio’s hammock.
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Aureliano was the only one who was concerned about them. He bought them some furniture and gave them
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the courtyard of the house. Amaranta, on the other hand, never did overcome her rancor against Rebeca, even
though life offered her a satisfaction of which she had not dreamed: at the initiative of 2rsula, who did not know
how to repair the shame, Pietro Crespi continued having lunch at the house on Tuesdays, rising above his defeat
with a serene dignity. He still wore the black ribbon on his hat as a sign of respect for the family, and he took
pleasure in showing his affection for 2rsula by bringing her exotic gifts: Portuguese sardines, Turkish rose
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anticipated his wants, pulled out the threads on the cuffs of his shirt, and embroidered a dozen handkerchiefs
with his initials for his birthday. On Tuesdays, after lunch, while she would embroider on the porch, he would
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was a revelation. Although her temperament lacked grace, she had a rare sensibility for appreciating the things of
the world and had a secret tenderness. One Tuesday, when no one doubted that sooner or later it had to happen,
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and gave her voice a serene stress of maturity.
“Of course,runescape money, Crespi,rs money,?she said. “But when we know each other better. It’s never good to be hasty in things.?
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was good or bad from the moral point of view after his prolonged and famous engagement to Rebeca. But she
finally accepted it as an unqualified fact because no one shared her doubts. Aureliano, who was the man of the
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“These are not times to go around thinking about weddings.?
That opinion, which 2rsula understood only some months later, was the only sincere one that Aureliano could
express at that moment, not only with respect to marriage, but to anything that was not war. He himself, facing a
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that brought him to that point. The death of Remedios had not produced the despair that he had feared. It was,
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Tuesday, August 3, 2010 | 5:39 am

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one morning to witness the revelation once more. He merely stretched on his stool a little and shrugged his
shoulders when Father Nicanor began to rise up from the ground along with the chair he was sitting on.
“Hoc est simplicissimus,?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa said. “Homo iste statum quartum materiae invenit.?
Father Nicanor raised his hands and the four legs of the chair all landed on the ground at the same time.
“Nego,?he said. “Factum hoc existentiam Dei probat sine dubio.?
Thus it was discovered that Jos?Arcadio Buendaa’s devilish jargon was Latin. Father Nicanor took advantage
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out of humanitarian feelings. But then it was Jos?Arcadio Buendaa who took the lead and tried to break down the
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Saturday, July 31, 2010 | 5:54 am

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quite the opposite: once the mule did not come on the usual day. Mad with desperation, Rebeca got up in the
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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
methodically with the women seated on their laps. One of the women, withered and with goldwork on her teeth,
gave Aureliano a caress that made him shudder. He rejected her. He had discovered that the more he drank the
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“Aureliano!?
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
children would not see them if they woke up. She had become tired of waiting for the man who would stay, of
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Friday, July 30, 2010 | 5:22 am

soon as the men came in, before being introduced, they gave them chairs to sit on. But they both remained
standing.
“Very well, my friend,?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa said, “you may stay here, not because you have those bandits
with shotguns at the door, but out of consideration for your wife and daughters.?
Don Apolinar Moscote was upset, but Jos?Arcadio Buendaa did not give him time to reply. “We only make
two conditions,?he went on. “The first: that everyone can paint his house the color he feels like. The second: that
the soldiers leave at once. We will guarantee order for you.?The magistrate raised his right hand with all the
fingers extended.
“Your word of honor??
“The word of your enemy,?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa said. And he added in a bitter tone: “Because I must tell you
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The soldiers left that same afternoon. A few days later Jos?Arcadio Buendaa found a house for the magistrate’s
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family. Everybody was at peace except Aureliano. The image of Remedios, the magistrate’s younger daughter,
who, because of her age, could have been his daughter, kept paining him in some part of his body. It was a
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Chapter 4
THE NEW HOUSE, white, like a dove, was inaugurated with a dance. 2rsula had got that idea from the
afternoon when she saw Rebeca and Amaranta changed into adolescents, and it could almost have been said that
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