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The
newfound
harmony
was
interrupted
by
the
death
of
Melquíades
.
Although
it
was
a
foreseeable
event
,
the
circumstances
were
not
.
A
few
months
after
his
return
,
a
process
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
José
Arcadio
Buendía
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
languages
.
He
would
walk
along
groping
in
the
air
,
although
he
passed
between
objects
with
an
inexplicable
fluidity
,
as
if
be
were
endowed
with
some
instinct
of
direction
based
on
an
immediate
prescience
.
One
day
he
forgot
to
put
in
his
false
teeth
,
which
at
night
he
left
in
a
glass
of
water
beside
his
bed
,
and
he
never
put
them
in
again
.
When
úrsula
undertook
the
enlargement
of
the
house
,
she
had
them
build
him
a
special
room
next
to
Aureliano
's
workshop
,
far
from
the
noise
and
bustle
of
the
house
,
with
a
window
flooded
with
light
and
a
bookcase
where
she
herself
put
in
order
the
books
that
were
almost
destroyed
by
dust
and
moths
,
the
flaky
stacks
of
paper
covered
with
indecipherable
signs
,
and
the
glass
with
his
false
teeth
,
where
some
aquatic
plants
with
tiny
yellow
flowers
had
taken
root
.
The
new
place
seemed
to
please
Melquíades
,
because
he
was
never
seen
any
more
,
not
even
in
the
dining
room
,
He
only
went
to
Aureliano
's
workshop
,
where
he
would
spend
hours
on
end
scribbling
his
enigmatic
literature
on
the
parchments
that
he
had
brought
with
him
and
that
seemed
to
have
been
made
out
of
some
dry
material
that
crumpled
like
puff
paste
.
There
he
ate
the
meals
that
Visitación
brought
him
twice
a
day
,
although
in
the
last
days
he
lost
his
appetite
and
fed
only
on
vegetables
.
He
soon
acquired
the
forlorn
look
that
one
sees
in
vegetarians
.
His
skin
became
covered
with
a
thin
moss
,
similar
to
that
which
flourished
on
the
antique
vest
that
he
never
took
off
,
and
his
breath
exhaled
the
odor
of
a
sleeping
animal
.
Aureliano
ended
up
forgetting
about
him
,
absorbed
in
the
composition
of
his
poems
,
but
on
one
occasion
he
thought
he
understood
something
of
what
Melquíades
was
saying
in
his
groping
monologues
,
and
he
paid
attention
.
In
reality
,
the
only
thing
that
could
be
isolated
in
the
rocky
paragraphs
was
the
insistent
hammering
on
the
word
equinox
,
equinox
,
equinox
,
and
the
name
of
Alexander
von
Humboldt
.
Arcadio
got
a
little
closer
to
him
when
he
began
to
help
Aureliano
in
his
silverwork
.
Melquíades
answered
that
effort
at
communication
at
times
by
giving
forth
with
phrases
in
Spanish
that
had
very
little
to
do
reality
.
One
afternoon
,
however
,
he
seemed
to
be
illuminated
by
a
sudden
emotion
.
Years
later
,
facing
the
firing
squad
,
Arcadio
would
remember
the
trembling
with
which
Melquíades
made
him
listen
to
several
pages
of
his
impenetrable
writing
,
which
course
he
did
not
understand
,
but
which
when
read
aloud
were
like
encyclicals
being
chanted
.
Then
he
smiled
for
the
first
time
in
a
long
while
and
said
in
Spanish
:
"
When
I
die
,
burn
mercury
in
my
room
for
three
days
.
"
Arcadio
told
that
to
José
Arcadio
Buendía
and
the
latter
tried
to
get
more
explicit
information
,
but
he
received
only
one
answer
:
"
I
have
found
immortality
.
"
When
Melquíades
'
breathing
began
to
smell
,
Arcadio
took
him
to
bathe
in
the
river
on
Thursday
mornings
.
He
seemed
to
get
better
.
He
would
undress
and
get
into
the
water
with
the
boys
,
and
his
mysterious
sense
of
orientation
would
allow
him
to
avoid
the
deep
and
dangerous
spots
.
"
We
come
from
the
water
,
"
he
said
on
a
certain
occasion
.
Much
time
passed
in
that
way
without
anyone
's
seeing
him
in
the
house
except
on
the
night
when
he
made
a
pathetic
effort
to
fix
the
pianola
,
and
when
he
would
go
to
the
river
with
Arcadio
,
carrying
under
his
arm
a
gourd
and
a
bar
of
palm
oil
soap
wrapped
in
a
towel
.
One
Thursday
before
they
called
him
to
go
to
the
river
,
Aureliano
heard
him
say
:
"
I
have
died
of
fever
on
the
dunes
of
Singapore
.
"
That
day
he
went
into
the
water
at
a
bad
spot
and
they
did
not
find
him
until
the
following
day
,
a
few
miles
downstream
,
washed
up
on
a
bright
bend
in
the
river
and
with
a
solitary
vulture
sitting
on
his
stomach
.
Over
the
scandalized
protests
of
úrsula
,
who
wept
with
more
grief
than
she
had
had
for
her
own
father
,
José
Arcadio
Buendía
was
opposed
to
their
burying
him
.
"
He
is
immortal
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
he
himself
revealed
the
formula
of
his
resurrection
.
"
He
brought
out
the
forgotten
water
pipe
and
put
a
kettle
mercury
to
boil
next
to
the
body
,
which
little
by
little
was
filling
with
blue
bubbles
.
Don
Apolinar
Moscote
ventured
to
remind
him
that
an
unburied
drowned
man
was
a
danger
to
public
health
.
"
None
of
that
,
because
he
's
alive
,
"
was
the
answer
of
José
Arcadio
Buendía
,
who
finished
the
seventy-two
hours
with
the
mercurial
incense
as
the
body
was
already
beginning
to
burst
with
a
livid
fluorescence
,
the
soft
whistles
of
which
impregnated
the
house
with
a
pestilential
vapor
.
Only
then
did
he
permit
them
to
bury
him
,
not
in
any
ordinary
way
,
but
the
honors
reserved
for
Macondo
's
greatest
benefactor
.
It
was
the
first
burial
and
the
best-attended
one
that
was
ever
seen
in
the
town
,
only
surpassed
,
a
century
later
,
by
Big
Mama
's
funeral
carnival
.
They
buried
him
in
a
grave
dug
in
the
center
of
the
plot
destined
for
the
cemetery
,
with
a
stone
on
which
they
wrote
the
only
thing
they
knew
about
him
:
MELQUíADES
.
They
gave
him
his
nine
nights
of
wake
.
In
the
tumult
that
gathered
in
the
courtyard
to
drink
coffee
,
tell
jokes
,
and
play
cards
.
Amaranta
found
a
chance
to
confess
her
love
to
Pietro
Crespi
,
who
a
few
weeks
before
had
formalized
his
promise
to
Rebeca
and
had
set
up
a
store
for
musical
instruments
and
mechanical
toys
in
the
same
section
where
the
Arabs
had
lingered
in
other
times
swapping
knickknacks
for
macaws
,
and
which
the
people
called
the
Street
of
the
Turks
.
The
Italian
,
whose
head
covered
with
patent
leather
curls
aroused
in
women
an
irrepressible
need
to
sigh
,
dealt
with
Amaranta
as
with
a
capricious
little
girl
who
was
not
worth
taking
seriously
.
"
I
have
a
younger
brother
,
"
he
told
her
.
"
He
's
coming
to
help
me
in
the
store
.
"
Amaranta
felt
humiliated
and
told
Pietro
Crespi
with
a
virulent
anger
that
she
was
prepared
to
stop
her
sister
's
wedding
even
own
dead
body
had
to
lie
across
the
door
.
The
Italian
was
so
impressed
by
the
dramatics
of
the
threat
that
he
could
not
resist
the
temptation
to
mention
it
to
Rebeca
.
That
was
how
Amaranta
's
trip
,
always
put
off
by
úrsula
's
work
,
was
arranged
in
less
than
a
week
.
Amaranta
put
up
no
resistance
,
but
when
she
kissed
Rebeca
goodbye
she
whispered
in
her
ear
:
"
Do
n't
get
your
hopes
up
.
Even
if
they
send
me
to
the
ends
of
the
earth
I
'll
find
some
way
of
stopping
you
from
getting
married
,
even
if
I
have
to
kill
you
.
"
With
the
absence
of
úrsula
,
with
the
invisible
presence
of
Melquíades
,
who
continued
his
stealthy
shuffling
through
the
rooms
,
the
house
seemed
enormous
and
empty
.
Rebeca
took
charge
of
domestic
order
,
while
the
Indian
woman
took
care
of
the
bakery
.
