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They
would
gather
togetto
converse
endlessly
,
to
tell
over
and
over
for
hours
on
end
the
same
jokes
,
to
complicate
to
the
limits
of
exasperation
the
story
about
the
capon
,
which
was
an
endless
game
in
which
the
narrator
asked
if
they
wanted
him
to
tell
them
the
story
about
the
capon
,
and
when
they
answered
yes
,
the
narrator
would
say
that
he
had
not
asked
them
to
say
yes
,
but
whether
they
wanted
him
to
tell
them
the
story
about
the
capon
,
and
when
they
answered
no
,
the
narrator
told
them
that
he
had
not
asked
them
to
say
no
,
but
whether
they
wanted
him
to
tell
them
the
story
about
the
capon
,
and
when
they
remained
silent
the
narrator
told
them
that
he
had
not
asked
them
to
remain
silent
but
whether
they
wanted
him
to
tell
them
the
story
about
the
capon
,
and
no
one
could
leave
because
the
narrator
would
say
that
he
had
not
asked
them
to
leave
but
whether
they
wanted
him
to
tell
them
the
story
about
the
capon
,
and
so
on
and
on
in
a
vicious
circle
that
lasted
entire
nights
.
When
José
Arcadio
Buendía
realized
that
the
plague
had
invaded
the
town
,
he
gathered
together
the
heads
of
families
to
explain
to
them
what
he
knew
about
the
sickness
of
insomnia
,
and
they
agreed
on
methods
to
prevent
the
scourge
from
spreading
to
other
towns
in
the
swamp
.
That
was
why
they
took
the
bells
off
the
goats
,
bells
that
the
Arabs
had
swapped
them
for
macaws
,
and
put
them
at
the
entrance
to
town
at
the
disposal
of
those
who
would
not
listen
to
the
advice
and
entreaties
of
the
sentinels
and
insisted
on
visiting
the
town
.
All
strangers
who
passed
through
the
streets
of
Macondo
at
that
time
had
to
ring
their
bells
so
that
the
sick
people
would
know
that
they
were
healthy
.
They
were
not
allowed
to
eat
or
drink
anything
during
their
stay
,
for
there
was
no
doubt
but
that
the
illness
was
transmitted
by
mouth
,
all
food
and
drink
had
been
contaminated
by
insomnia
.
In
that
way
they
kept
the
plague
restricted
to
the
perimeter
of
the
town
.
So
effective
was
the
quarantine
that
the
day
came
when
the
emergency
situation
was
accepted
as
a
natural
thing
and
life
was
organized
in
such
a
way
that
work
picked
up
its
rhythm
again
and
no
one
worried
any
more
about
the
useless
habit
of
sleeping
.
It
was
Aureliano
who
conceived
the
formula
that
was
to
protect
them
against
loss
of
memory
for
several
months
.
He
discovered
it
by
chance
.
An
expert
insomniac
,
having
been
one
of
the
first
,
he
had
learned
the
art
of
silverwork
to
perfection
.
One
day
he
was
looking
for
the
small
anvil
that
he
used
for
laminating
metals
and
he
could
not
remember
its
name
.
His
father
told
him
:
"
Stake
.
"
Aureliano
wrote
the
name
on
a
piece
of
paper
that
he
pasted
to
the
base
of
the
small
anvil
:
stake
.
In
that
way
he
was
sure
of
not
forgetting
it
in
the
future
.
It
did
not
occur
to
him
that
this
was
the
first
manifestation
of
a
loss
of
memory
,
because
the
object
had
a
difficult
name
to
remember
.
But
a
few
days
later
be
,
discovered
that
he
had
trouble
remembering
almost
every
object
in
the
laboratory
.
Then
he
marked
them
with
their
respective
names
so
that
all
he
had
to
do
was
read
the
inscription
in
order
to
identify
them
.
When
his
fattold
him
about
his
alarm
at
having
forgotten
even
the
most
impressive
happenings
of
his
childhood
,
Aureliano
explained
his
method
to
him
,
and
José
Arcadio
Buendía
put
it
into
practice
all
through
the
house
and
later
on
imposed
it
on
the
whole
village
.
With
an
inked
brush
he
marked
everything
with
its
name
:
table
,
chair
,
clock
,
door
,
wall
,
bed
,
pan
.
He
went
to
the
corral
and
marked
the
animals
and
plants
:
cow
,
goat
,
pig
,
hen
,
cassava
,
caladium
,
banana
.
Little
by
little
,
studying
the
infinite
possibilities
of
a
loss
of
memory
,
he
realized
that
the
day
might
come
when
things
would
be
recognized
by
their
inscriptions
but
that
no
one
would
remember
their
use
.
Then
he
was
more
explicit
.
The
sign
that
he
hung
on
the
neck
of
the
cow
was
an
exemplary
proof
of
the
way
in
which
the
inhabitants
of
Macondo
were
prepared
to
fight
against
loss
of
memory
:
This
is
the
cow
.
She
must
be
milked
every
morning
so
that
she
will
produce
milk
,
and
the
milk
must
be
boiled
in
order
to
be
mixed
with
coffee
to
make
coffee
and
milk
.
Thus
they
went
on
living
in
a
reality
that
was
slipping
away
,
momentarily
captured
by
words
,
but
which
would
escape
irremediably
when
they
forgot
the
values
the
written
letters
.
At
the
beginning
of
the
road
into
the
swamp
they
put
up
a
sign
that
said
MACONDO
and
another
larger
one
on
the
main
street
that
said
GOD
EXISTS
.
In
all
the
houses
keys
to
memorizing
objects
and
feelings
had
been
written
.
But
the
system
demanded
so
much
vigilance
and
moral
strength
that
many
succumbed
to
the
spell
of
an
imaginary
reality
,
one
invented
by
themselves
,
which
was
less
practical
for
them
but
more
comforting
.
Pilar
Ternera
was
the
one
who
contributed
most
to
popularize
that
mystification
when
she
conceived
the
trick
of
reading
the
past
in
cards
as
she
had
read
the
future
before
.
By
means
of
that
recourse
the
insomniacs
began
to
live
in
a
world
built
on
the
uncertain
alternatives
of
the
cards
,
where
a
father
was
remembered
faintly
as
the
dark
man
who
had
arrived
at
the
beginning
of
April
and
a
mother
was
remembered
only
as
the
dark
woman
who
wore
a
gold
ring
on
her
left
hand
,
and
where
a
birth
date
was
reduced
to
the
last
Tuesday
on
which
a
lark
sang
in
the
laurel
tree
.
Defeated
by
those
practices
of
consolation
,
José
Arcadio
Buendía
then
decided
to
build
the
memory
machine
that
he
had
desired
once
in
order
to
remember
the
marvelous
inventions
of
the
gypsies
.
The
artifact
was
based
on
the
possibility
of
reviewing
every
morning
,
from
beginning
to
end
,
the
totality
of
knowledge
acquired
during
one
's
life
.
He
conceived
of
it
as
a
spinning
dictionary
that
a
person
placed
on
the
axis
could
operate
by
means
of
a
lever
,
so
that
in
a
very
few
hours
there
would
pass
before
his
eyes
the
notions
most
necessary
for
life
.
He
had
succeeded
in
writing
almost
fourteen
thousand
entries
when
along
the
road
from
the
swamp
a
strange-looking
old
man
with
the
sad
sleepers
'
bell
appeared
,
carrying
a
bulging
suitcase
tied
with
a
rope
and
pulling
a
cart
covered
with
black
cloth
.
He
went
straight
to
the
house
of
José
Arcadio
Buendía
.
Visitación
did
not
recognize
him
when
she
opened
the
door
she
thought
he
had
come
with
the
idea
of
selling
something
,
unaware
that
nothing
could
be
sold
in
a
town
that
was
sinking
irrevocably
into
the
quick-sand
of
forgetfulness
.
He
was
a
decrepit
man
.
Although
his
voice
was
also
broken
by
uncertainty
and
his
hands
seemed
to
doubt
the
existence
of
things
,
it
was
evident
that
he
came
from
the
world
where
men
could
still
sleep
and
remember
.
José
Arcadio
Buendía
found
him
sitting
in
the
living
room
fanning
himself
with
a
patched
black
hat
as
he
read
with
compassionate
attention
the
signs
pasted
to
the
walls
.
He
greeted
him
with
a
broad
show
of
affection
,
afraid
that
he
had
known
him
at
another
time
and
that
he
did
not
remember
him
now
.
But
the
visitor
was
aware
his
falseness
,
He
felt
himself
forgotten
,
not
with
the
irremediable
forgetfulness
of
the
heart
,
but
with
a
different
kind
of
forgetfulness
,
which
was
more
cruel
and
irrevocable
and
which
he
knew
very
well
because
it
was
the
forgetfulness
of
death
.
Then
he
understood
.
He
opened
the
suitcase
crammed
with
indecipherable
objects
and
from
among
then
he
took
out
a
little
case
with
many
flasks
.
He
gave
José
Arcadio
Buendía
a
drink
of
a
gentle
color
and
the
light
went
on
in
his
memory
.
His
eyes
became
moist
from
weeping
even
before
he
noticed
himself
in
an
absurd
living
room
where
objects
were
labeled
and
before
he
was
ashamed
of
the
solemn
nonsense
written
on
the
walls
,
and
even
before
he
recognized
the
newcomer
with
a
dazzling
glow
of
joy
.
It
was
Melquíades
.
While
Macondo
was
celebrating
the
recovery
of
its
memory
,
José
Arcadio
Buendía
and
Melquíades
dusted
off
their
old
friendship
.
The
gypsy
was
inclined
to
stay
in
the
town
.
He
really
had
been
through
death
,
but
he
had
returned
because
he
could
not
bear
the
solitude
.
Repudiated
by
his
tribe
,
having
lost
all
of
his
supernatural
faculties
because
of
his
faithfulness
to
life
,
he
decided
to
take
refuge
in
that
corner
of
the
world
which
had
still
not
been
discovered
by
death
,
dedicated
to
the
operation
a
daguerreotype
laboratory
.
José
Arcadio
Buendía
had
never
heard
of
that
invention
.
But
when
he
saw
himself
and
his
whole
family
fastened
onto
a
sheet
of
iridescent
metal
for
an
eternity
,
he
was
mute
with
stupefaction
.
That
was
the
date
of
the
oxidized
daguerreotype
in
which
José
Arcadio
Buendía
appeared
with
his
bristly
and
graying
hair
,
his
card
board
collar
attached
to
his
shirt
by
a
copper
button
,
and
an
expression
of
startled
solemnity
,
whom
úrsula
described
,
dying
with
laughter
,
as
a
"
frightened
general
.
"
José
Arcadio
Buendía
was
,
in
fact
,
frightened
on
that
dear
December
morning
when
the
daguerreotype
was
made
,
for
he
was
thinking
that
people
were
slowly
wearing
away
while
his
image
would
endure
an
a
metallic
plaque
.
