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kitchen, including bathrooms and bedrooms, and threw the leftover bills into the courtyard.
“Now,?he said in a final way, “I hope that nobody in this house ever talks to me about money again.?
That was what happened. 2rsula had the bills taken down, stuck to great cakes of whitewash, and the house
was painted white again. “Dear Lord,?she begged, “make us poor again the way we were when we founded this
town so that you will not collect for this squandering in the other life.?Her prayers were answered in reverse.
One of the workmen removing the bills bumped into an enormous plaster statue of Saint Joseph that someone
had left in the house during the last years of the war and the hollow figure broke to pieces on the floor. It had
been stuffed with gold coins. No one could remember who had brought that life-sized saint. “Three men brought
it,?Amaranta explained. “They asked us to keep it until the rains were over and I told them to put it there in the
corner where nobody would bump into it, and there they put it, very carefully, and there it’s been ever since
because they never came back for it.?Later on, 2rsula had put candles on it and had prostrated herself before it,
not suspecting that instead of a saint she was adoring almost four bundled pounds of gold. The tardy evidence of
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canvas sacks, and buried them in a secret place, hoping that sooner or later the three unknown men would come
to reclaim them. Much later, during the difficult years of her decrepitude, 2rsula would intervene in the
conversations of the many travelers who came by the house at that time and ask them if they had left a plaster
Saint Joseph there during the war to be taken care of until the rains passed.
Things like that which gave 2rsula such consternation, were commonplace in those days. Macondo was
swamped in a miraculous prosperity. The adobe houses of the founders had been replaced by brick buildings with
wooden blinds and cement floors which made the suffocating heat of two o’clock in the afternoon more bearable.
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his precarious adventure with Petra Cotes, he had never known a woman. 2rsula had considered him the quietest
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colic and with a toad in your belly.?Jos?Arcadio Segundo, who took a long time to discover that he had been
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little gold fishes. He spent many hours in the hot room watching how the hard sheets of metal, worked by the
colonel with the inconceivable patience of disillusionment, were slowly being converted into golden scales. The
work seemed so laborious to him and the thought of Petra Cotes was so persistent and pressing that after three
weeks he disappeared from the workshop. It was during that time that it occurred to Petra Cotes to raffle off
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dawn. Petra Cotes, dying with laughter, could not resist the temptation of teasing him.
“Those are the ones who were born last night,?she aid.
“Oh my God!?he said. “Why don’t you raffle off cows??
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A few days later, in an attempt to clean out her courtyard, Petra Cotes exchanged the rabbits for a cow, who
two months later gave birth to triplets. That was how things began. Overnight Aureliano Segundo be. came the
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delirious prosperity that even made him laugh, and he could not help doing crazy things to release his good
humor. “Cease, cows, life is short,?he would shout. 2rsula wondered what entanglements he had got into,
whether he might be stealing, whether he had become a rustler, and every time she saw him uncorking
champagne just for the pleasure of pouring the foam over his head, she would shout at him and scold him for the
waste. It annoyed him so much that one day when he awoke in a merry mood, Aureliano Segundo appeared with
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about the precaution. Early one morning, almost two months after his return, she heard him come into the
bedroom. Then, instead of fleeing, instead of shouting as she had thought she would, she let herself be saturated
with a soft feeling of relaxation. She felt him slip in under the mosquito netting as he had done when he was a
child, as he had always done, and she could not repress her cold sweat and the chattering of her teeth when she
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.
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acquire arms and supplies sufficient to attempt a landing at the end of the year. With faith in that plan, Colonel
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prisoner put into the stocks until he could prove his identity and he resolved to defend the town to the death.
He did not have long to wait. The news of the Liberal defeat was more and more concrete. Toward the end of
March, before a dawn of premature rain, the tense calm of the previous weeks was abruptly broken by the
desperate sounds of a cornet and a cannon shot that knocked down the steeple of the church. Actually,rs money, Arcadio’s
decision to resist was madness. He had only fifty poorly armed men with a ration of twenty cartridges apiece.
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managed to speak to Arcadio. “Don’t let me undergo the indignity of dying in the stocks in these women’s
clothes,?he said to him. “If I have to die, let me die fighting.?He succeeded in convincing him. Arcadio ordered
them to give him a weapon and twenty cartridges, and he left him with five men to defend headquarters while he
went off with his staff to head up the resistance. He did not get to the road to the swamp. The barricades had been
broken and the defenders were openly fighting in the streets, first until they used up their ration of rifle bullets,
then with pistols against rifles, and finally hand to hand. With the imminence of defeat, some women went into
the street armed with sticks and kitchen knives. In that confusion Arcadio found Amaranta, who was looking for
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to take her home. 2rsula was, in the doorway waiting, indifferent to the cannon shots that had opened up a hole
in the front of the house next door. The rain was letting up, but the streets were as slippery and as smooth as
melted soap, and one had to guess distances in the darkness. Arcadio left Amaranta with 2rsula and made an
attempt to face two soldiers who had opened up with heavy firing from the corner. The old pistols that had been
kept for many years in the bureau did not work. Protecting Arcadio with her body, 2rsula tried to drag him
toward the house.
“Come along in the name of God,?she shouted at him. “There’s been enough madness!?
The soldiers aimed at them.
“Let go of that man, ma’am,?one of them shouted, “or we won’t be responsible!?
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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
second homeland of handsome men and beautiful women who spoke a childlike language with ancient cities of
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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boxes from Sorrento and compacts from China that sang five-note melodies when they were opened, and all the
musical instruments imaginable and all the mechanical toys that could be conceived. Bruno Crespi, his younger
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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that he received was the one he gave himself after signing the Treaty of Neerlandia, which put an end to almost
twenty years of civil war. He shot himself in the chest with a pistol and the bullet came out through his back
without damaging any vital organ. The only thing left of all that was a street that bore his name in Macondo. And
yet, as he declared a few years before he died of old age, he had not expected any of that on the dawn he left with
his twenty-one men to join the forces of General Victorio Medina.
“We leave Macondo in your care.?was all that he said to Arcadio before leaving. “We leave it to you in good
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saber with gold tassels that had belonged to the executed captain. He set up the two artillery pieces at the
entrance to town, put uniforms on his former pupils, who had been amused by his fiery proclamations, and let
them wander through the streets armed in order to give outsiders an impression of invulnerability. It was a
double-edged deception, for the government did not dare attack the place for ten months, but when it did it
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declared to be public property any animals walking the streets after six in the evening, and made men who were
overage wear red armbands. He sequestered Father Nicanor in the parish house under pain of execution and
prohibited him from saying mass or ringing the bells unless it was for a Liberal victory. In order that no one
would doubt the severity of his aims, he ordered a firing squad organized in the square and had it shoot at a
scarecrow. At first no one took him seriously. They were, after all, schoolchildren playing at being grown-ups.
But one night, when Arcadio went into Catarino’s store, the trumpeter in the group greeted him with a fanfare
that made the customers laugh and Arcadio had him shot for disrespect for the authorities. People who protested
were put on bread and water with their ankles in a set of stocks that he had set up in a schoolroom. “You
murderer!?2rsula would shout at him every time she learned of some new arbitrary act. “When Aureliano finds
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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
of the circumstance of his being the only person who had been able to communicate with him to try to inject the
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for her being separated from her toys in order to be bathed and dressed and seated in the parlor to receive the
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Only Rebeca was unhappy, because of Amaranta’s threat. She knew her sister’s character, the haughtiness of
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in the bathroom, holding herself back with an exhausting iron will so as not to eat earth. In search of some relief
for her uncertainty, she called Pilar Ternera to read her future. After a string of conventional vagaries, Pilar
Ternera predicted:
“You will not be happy as long as your parents remain unburied.?
Rebeca shuddered. As in the memory of a dream she saw herself entering the house as a very small girl, with
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with the jack of diamonds and his rheumatic hands, and who used to put flowers in her hair and take her out
walking in the afternoon through a town with green streets.
“I don’t understand,?she said.
Pilar Ternera seemed disconcerted:
“I don’t either, but that’s what the cards say.?
Rebeca was so preoccupied with the enigma that she told it to Jos?Arcadio Buendaa, and he scolded her for
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sleep. They asked her if it was true that she had decided to get married, and she answered, whimpering, that she
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only wanted them to let her sleep. Jos?Arcadio Buendaa, understanding the distress of the Moscotes, went to
clear things up with Aureliano. When he returned, the Moscotes had put on formal clothing, had rearranged the
furniture and put fresh flowers in the vases, and were waiting in the company of their older daughters.
Overwhelmed by the unpleasantness of the occasion and the bothersome hard collar, Jos?Arcadio Buendaa
confirmed the fact that Remedios, indeed, was the chosen one. “It doesn’t make sense,?Don Apolinar Moscote
said with consternation. “We have six other daughters, all unmarried, and at an age where they deserve it, who
would be delighted to be the honorable wife of a gentleman as serious and hard-working as your son, and
Aurelito lays his eyes precisely on the one who still wets her bed.?His wife, a well-preserved woman with
afflicted eyelids and expression, scolded his mistake. When they finished the fruit punch, they willingly accepted
Aureliano’s decision. Except that Se ora Moscote begged the favor of speaking to 2rsula alone. Intrigued,
protesting that they were involving her in men’s affairs,buy dofus kamas, but really feeling deep emotion, 2rsula went to visit her
the next day. A half hour later she returned with the news that Remedios had not reached puberty. Aureliano did
not consider that a serious barrier. He had waited so long that he could wait as long as was necessary until his
bride reached the age of conception.
The newfound harmony was interrupted by the death of Melquaades. Although it was a foreseeable event, the
circumstances were not. A few months after his return,cheap flyff money, a process of aging had taken place in him that was so
rapid and critical that soon he was treated as one of those useless great-grandfathers who wander about the
bedrooms like shades, dragging their feet, remembering better times aloud, and whom no one bothers about or
remembers really until the morning they find them dead in their bed. At first Jos?Arcadio Buendaa helped him in
his work, enthusiastic over the novelty of the daguerreotypes and the predictions of Nostradamus. But little by
little he began abandoning him to his solitude, for communication was becoming Increasingly difficult. He was
losing his sight and his hearing, he seemed to confuse the people he was speaking to with others he had known in
remote epochs of mankind, and he would answer questions with a complex hodgepodge of languages. He would
walk along groping in the air, although he passed between objects with an inexplicable fluidity,aion power leveling, as if be were
endowed with some instinct of direction based on an immediate prescience. One day he forgot to put in his false

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afternoon, for no reason, Amparo Moscote asked permission to see the house. Amaranta and Rebeca,
disconcerted by the unexpected visit, attended her with a stiff formality. They showed her the remodeled
mansion, they had her listen to the rolls on the pianola, and they offered her orange marmalade and crackers.
Amparo gave a lesson in dignity, personal charm, and good manners that impressed 2rsula in the few moments
that she was present during the visit. After two hours, when the conversation was beginning to wane,aion kinah, Amparo
took advantage of Amaranta’s distraction and gave Rebeca a letter. She was able to see the name of the Estimable
Se orita Rebeca Buendaa, written in the same methodical hand, with the same green ink, and the same delicacy
of words with which the instructions for the operation of the pianola were written, and she folded the letter with
the tips of her fingers and hid it in her bosom, looking at Amparo Moscote with an expression of endless and
unconditional gratitude and a silent promise of complicity unto death.
The sudden friendship between Amparo Moscote and Rebeca Buendaa awakened the hopes of Aureliano. The
memory of little Remedios had not stopped tormenting him, but he had not found a chance to see her. When he
would stroll through town with his closest friends,aion power leveling, Magnafico Visbal and Gerineldo Mrquez?athe sons of the
founders of the same names?ahe would look for her in the sewing shop with an anxious glance, but he saw only
the older sisters. The presence of Amparo Moscote in the house was like a premonition. “She has to come with
her,?Aureliano would say to himself in a low voice. “She has to come.?He repeated it so many times and with
such conviction that one afternoon when he was putting together a little gold fish in the work shop, he had the
certainty that she had answered his call. Indeed, a short time later he heard the childish voice,buy aion kinah, and when he
looked up his heart froze with terror as he saw the girl at the door, dressed in pink organdy and wearing white
boots.
“You can’t go in there, Remedios, Amparo Moscote said from the hall. They’re working.?
But Aureliano did not give her time to respond. He picked up the little fish by the chain that came through its
mouth and said to her.
“Come in.?
Remedios went over and asked some questions about the fish that Aureliano could not answer because he was
seized with a sudden attack of asthma. He wanted to stay beside that lily skin forever,runescape power leveling, beside those emerald eyes,
close to that voice that called him “sir?with every question. showing the same respect that she gave her father.
Melquaades was in the corner seated at the desk scribbling indecipherable signs. Aureliano hated him. All he
could do was tell Remedios that he was going to give her the little fish and the girl was so startled by the offer
that she left the workshop as fast as she could. That afternoon Aureliano lost the hidden patience with which he
had waited for a chance to see her. He neglected his work. In several desperate efforts of concentration he willed
her to appear but Remedios did not respond. He looked for her in her sisters?shop, behind the window shades in
her house, in her father’s office, but he found her only in the image that saturated his private and terrible solitude.
He would spend whole hours with Rebeca in the parlor listening to the music on the pianola. She was listening to
it because it was the music with which Pietro Crespi had taught them how to dance. Aureliano listened to it
simply because everything, even music, reminded him of Remedios.
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