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Through
a
curious
reversal
of
custom
,
it
was
úrsula
who
got
that
idea
out
of
his
head
,
as
it
was
also
she
who
forgot
her
ancient
bitterness
decided
that
Melquíades
would
stay
on
in
the
house
,
although
she
never
permitted
them
to
make
a
daguerreotype
of
her
because
(
according
to
her
very
words
)
she
did
not
want
to
survive
as
a
laughingstock
for
her
grandchildren
.
That
morning
she
dressed
the
children
in
their
best
clothes
,
powdered
their
faces
,
and
gave
a
spoonful
of
marrow
syrup
to
each
one
so
that
they
would
all
remain
absolutely
motionless
during
the
nearly
two
minutes
in
front
of
Melquíades
fantastic
camera
.
In
the
family
daguerreotype
,
the
only
one
that
ever
existed
,
Aureliano
appeared
dressed
in
black
velvet
between
Amaranta
and
Rebeca
.
He
had
the
same
languor
and
the
same
clairvoyant
look
that
he
would
have
years
later
as
he
faced
the
firing
squad
.
But
he
still
had
not
sensed
the
premonition
of
his
fate
.
He
was
an
expert
silversmith
,
praised
all
over
the
swampland
for
the
delicacy
of
his
work
.
In
the
workshop
,
which
he
shared
with
Melquíades
'
mad
laboratory
,
he
could
barely
be
heard
breathing
.
He
seemed
to
be
taking
refuge
in
some
other
time
,
while
his
father
and
the
gypsy
with
shouts
interpreted
the
predictions
of
Nostradamus
amidst
a
noise
flasks
and
trays
and
the
disaster
of
spilled
acids
and
silver
bromide
that
was
lost
in
the
twists
and
turns
it
gave
at
every
instant
.
That
dedication
to
his
work
,
the
good
judgment
with
which
he
directed
his
attention
,
had
allowed
Aureliano
to
earn
in
a
short
time
more
money
than
úrsula
had
with
her
delicious
candy
fauna
,
but
everybody
thought
it
strange
that
he
was
now
a
fullgrown
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
úrsula
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
José
Arcadio
.
Francisco
the
Man
,
called
that
because
he
had
once
defeated
the
devil
in
a
duel
of
improvisation
,
and
whose
real
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
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
hand
.
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
,
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
weakness
of
his
knees
,
and
although
he
had
goose
pimples
on
his
burning
skin
he
could
not
resist
the
urgent
need
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
little
longer
,
"
she
said
softly
.
Aureliano
got
undressed
,
tormented
by
shame
,
unable
to
get
rid
the
idea
that-his
nakedness
could
not
stand
comparison
with
that
of
his
brother
.
In
spite
of
the
girl
's
efforts
he
felt
more
and
more
indifferent
and
terribly
alone
.
"
I
'll
throw
in
other
twenty
cents
,
"
he
said
with
a
desolate
voice
.
The
girl
thanked
him
in
silence
.
Her
back
was
raw
.
Her
skin
was
stuck
to
her
ribs
and
her
breathing
was
forced
because
of
an
immeasurable
exhaustion
.
Two
years
before
,
far
away
from
there
,
she
had
fallen
asleep
without
putting
out
the
candle
and
had
awakened
surrounded
by
flames
.
The
house
where
she
lived
with
the
grand-mother
who
had
raised
her
was
reduced
to
ashes
.
Since
then
her
grandmother
carried
her
from
town
to
town
,
putting
her
to
bed
for
twenty
cents
in
order
to
make
up
the
value
of
the
burned
house
.
According
to
the
girl
's
calculations
,
she
still
had
ten
years
of
seventy
men
per
night
,
because
she
also
had
to
pay
the
expenses
of
the
trip
and
food
for
both
of
them
as
well
as
the
pay
of
the
Indians
who
carried
the
rocking
chair
.
When
the
matron
knocked
on
the
door
the
second
time
,
Aureliano
left
the
room
without
having
done
anything
,
troubled
by
a
desire
to
weep
.
That
night
he
could
not
sleep
,
thinking
about
the
girl
,
with
a
mixture
of
desire
and
pity
.
He
felt
an
irresistible
need
to
love
her
and
protect
her
.
At
dawn
,
worn
out
by
insomnia
and
fever
,
he
made
the
calm
decision
to
marry
her
in
order
to
free
her
from
the
despotism
of
her
grandmother
and
to
enjoy
all
the
nights
of
satisfaction
that
she
would
give
the
seventy
men
.
But
at
ten
o'clock
in
the
morning
,
when
he
reached
Catarino
's
store
,
the
girl
had
left
town
.
Time
mitigated
his
mad
proposal
,
but
it
aggravated
his
feelings
of
frustration
.
He
took
refuge
in
work
.
He
resigned
himself
to
being
a
womanless
man
for
all
his
life
in
order
to
hide
the
shame
of
his
uselessness
.
In
the
meantime
,
Melquíades
had
printed
on
his
plates
everything
that
was
printable
in
Macondo
,
and
he
left
the
daguerreotype
laboratory
to
the
fantasies
of
José
Arcadio
Buendía
who
had
resolved
to
use
it
to
obtain
scientific
proof
of
the
existence
of
God
.
Through
a
complicated
process
of
superimposed
exposures
taken
in
different
parts
of
the
house
,
he
was
sure
that
sooner
or
later
he
would
get
a
daguerreotype
of
God
,
if
He
existed
,
or
put
an
end
once
and
for
all
to
the
supposition
of
His
existence
.
Melquíades
got
deeper
into
his
interpretations
of
Nostradamus
.
He
would
stay
up
until
very
late
,
suffocating
in
his
faded
velvet
vest
,
scribbling
with
his
tiny
sparrow
hands
,
whose
rings
had
lost
the
glow
of
former
times
.
One
night
he
thought
he
had
found
a
prediction
of
the
future
of
Macondo
.
It
was
to
be
a
luminous
city
with
great
glass
houses
where
there
was
no
trace
remaining
of
the
race
of
the
Buendía
.
"
It
's
a
mistake
,
"
José
Arcadio
Buendía
thundered
.
"
They
wo
n't
be
houses
of
glass
but
of
ice
,
as
I
dreamed
,
and
there
will
always
be
a
Buendía
,
per
omnia
secula
seculorum
.
"
úrsula
fought
to
preserve
common
sense
in
that
extravagant
house
,
having
broadened
her
business
of
little
candy
animals
an
oven
that
went
all
night
turning
out
baskets
and
more
baskets
of
bread
and
a
prodigious
variety
puddings
,
meringues
,
and
cookies
,
which
disappeared
in
a
few
hours
on
the
roads
winding
through
the
swamp
.
She
had
reached
an
age
where
she
had
a
right
to
rest
,
but
she
was
nonetheless
more
and
more
active
.
So
busy
was
she
in
her
prosperous
enterprises
that
one
afternoon
she
looked
distractedly
toward
the
courtyard
while
the
Indian
woman
helped
her
sweeten
the
dough
and
she
saw
two
unknown
and
beautiful
adolescent
girls
doing
frame
embroidery
in
the
light
of
the
sunset
.
They
were
Rebeca
and
Amaranta
.
As
soon
as
they
had
taken
off
the
mourning
clothes
for
their
grandmother
,
which
they
wore
with
inflexible
rigor
for
three
years
,
their
bright
clothes
seemed
to
have
given
them
a
new
place
in
the
world
.
Rebeca
,
contrary
to
what
might
have
been
expected
,
was
the
more
beautiful
.
She
had
a
light
complexion
,
large
and
peaceful
eyes
,
and
magical
hands
that
seemed
to
work
out
the
design
of
the
embroidery
with
invisible
threads
.
Amaranta
,
the
younger
,
was
somewhat
graceless
,
but
she
had
the
natural
distinction
,
the
inner
tightness
of
her
dead
grand-mother
.
Next
to
them
,
although
he
was
already
revealing
the
physical
drive
of
his
father
,
Arcadio
looked
like
a
child
.
He
set
about
learning
the
art
of
silverwork
with
Aureliano
,
who
had
also
taught
him
how
to
read
and
write
.
úrsula
suddenly
realized
that
the
house
had
become
full
of
people
,
that
her
children
were
on
the
point
of
marrying
and
having
children
,
and
that
they
would
be
obliged
to
scatter
for
lack
of
space
.
Then
she
took
out
the
money
she
had
accumulated
over
long
years
of
hard
labor
,
made
some
arrangements
with
her
customers
,
and
undertook
the
enlargement
of
the
house
.
She
had
a
formal
parlor
for
visits
built
,
another
one
that
was
more
comfortable
and
cool
for
daily
use
,
a
dining
room
with
a
table
with
twelve
places
where
the
family
could
sit
with
all
of
their
guests
,
nine
bedrooms
with
windows
on
the
courtyard
and
a
long
porch
protected
from
the
heat
of
noon
by
a
rose
garden
with
a
railing
on
which
to
place
pots
of
ferns
and
begonias
.
She
had
the
kitchen
enlarged
to
hold
two
ovens
.
The
granary
where
Pilar
Ternera
had
read
José
Arcadio
's
future
was
torn
down
and
another
twice
as
large
built
so
that
there
would
never
be
a
lack
of
food
in
the
house
.
