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úrsula
ordered
a
mourning
period
of
closed
doors
and
windows
,
with
no
one
entering
or
leaving
except
on
matters
of
utmost
necessity
.
She
prohibited
any
talking
aloud
for
a
year
and
she
put
Remedios
'
daguerreotype
in
the
place
where
her
body
had
been
laid
out
,
with
a
black
ribbon
around
it
and
an
oil
lamp
that
was
always
kept
lighted
.
Future
generations
,
who
never
let
the
lamp
go
out
,
would
be
puzzled
at
that
girl
in
a
pleated
skirt
,
white
boots
,
and
with
an
organdy
band
around
her
head
,
and
they
were
never
able
to
connect
her
with
the
standard
image
of
a
great-grandmother
.
Amaranta
took
charge
of
Aureliano
José
.
She
adopted
him
as
a
son
who
would
share
her
solitude
and
relieve
her
from
the
involutary
laudanum
that
her
mad
beseeching
had
thrown
into
Remedios
'
coffee
.
Pietro
Crespi
would
tiptoe
in
at
dusk
,
with
a
black
ribbon
on
his
hat
,
and
he
would
pay
a
silent
visit
to
Rebeca
,
who
seemed
to
be
bleeding
to
death
inside
the
black
dress
with
sleeves
down
to
wrists
.
Just
the
idea
of
thinking
about
a
new
date
for
the
wedding
would
have
been
so
irreverent
that
the
engagement
turned
into
an
eternal
relationship
,
a
fatigued
love
that
no
one
worried
about
again
,
as
if
the
lovers
,
who
in
other
days
had
sabotaged
the
lamps
in
order
to
kiss
,
had
been
abandoned
to
the
free
will
of
death
.
Having
lost
her
bearings
,
completely
demoralized
,
Rebeca
began
eating
earth
again
.
Suddenly-when
the
mourning
had
gone
on
so
long
that
the
needlepoint
sessions
began
again-someone
pushed
open
the
street
door
at
two
in
the
afternoon
in
the
mortal
silence
of
the
heat
and
the
braces
in
the
foundation
shook
with
such
force
that
Amaranta
and
her
friends
sewing
on
the
porch
,
Rebeca
sucking
finger
in
her
bedroom
,
úrsula
in
the
kitchen
,
Aureliano
in
the
workshop
,
and
even
José
Arcadio
Buendía
under
the
solitary
chestnut
tree
had
the
impression
that
an
earthquake
was
breaking
up
the
house
.
A
huge
man
had
arrived
.
His
square
shoulders
barely
fitted
through
the
doorways
.
He
was
wearing
a
medal
of
Our
Lady
of
Help
around
his
bison
neck
,
his
arms
and
chest
were
completely
covered
with
cryptic
tattooing
,
and
on
his
right
wrist
was
the
tight
copper
bracelet
of
the
ni?osen
-
cruz
amulet
.
His
skin
was
tanned
by
the
salt
of
the
open
air
,
his
hair
was
short
and
straight
like
the
mane
of
a
mule
,
his
jaws
were
of
iron
,
and
he
wore
a
sad
smile
.
He
had
a
belt
on
that
was
twice
as
thick
as
the
cinch
of
a
horse
,
boots
with
leggings
and
spurs
and
iron
on
the
heels
,
and
his
presence
gave
the
quaking
impression
of
a
seismic
tremor
.
He
went
through
the
parlor
and
the
living
room
,
carrying
some
half-worn
saddlebags
in
his
hand
,
and
he
appeared
like
a
thunderclap
on
the
porch
with
the
begonias
where
Amaranta
and
her
friends
were
paralyzed
,
their
needles
in
the
air
.
"
Hello
,
"
he
said
to
them
in
a
tired
voice
,
threw
the
saddlebags
on
a
worktable
,
and
went
by
on
his
way
to
the
back
of
the
house
.
"
Hello
,
"
he
said
to
the
startled
Rebecca
,
who
saw
him
pass
by
the
door
of
her
bedroom
.
"
Hello
,
"
he
said
to
Aureliano
,
who
was
at
his
silversmith
's
bench
with
all
five
senses
alert
.
He
did
not
linger
with
anyone
.
He
went
directly
to
the
kitchen
and
there
he
stopped
for
the
first
time
at
the
end
of
a
trip
that
had
begun
the
other
side
of
the
world
.
"
Hello
,
"
he
said
.
úrsula
stood
for
a
fraction
of
a
second
with
her
mouth
open
,
looked
into
his
eyes
,
gave
a
cry
,
and
flung
her
arms
around
his
neck
,
shouting
and
weeping
with
joy
.
It
was
José
Arcadio
.
He
was
returning
as
poor
as
when
he
had
left
,
to
such
an
extreme
that
úrsula
had
to
give
him
two
pesos
to
pay
for
the
rental
of
his
horse
.
He
spoke
a
Spanish
that
was
larded
with
sailor
slang
.
They
asked
where
he
had
been
he
answered
:
"
Out
there
.
"
He
hung
his
hammock
in
the
room
they
assigned
him
and
slept
for
three
days
.
When
he
woke
up
,
after
eating
sixteen
raw
eggs
,
he
went
directly
to
Catarino
's
store
,
where
his
monumental
size
provoked
a
panic
of
curiosity
among
the
women
.
He
called
for
music
and
cane
liquor
for
everyone
,
to
be
put
on
his
bill
.
He
would
Indian-wrestle
with
five
men
at
the
same
time
.
"
It
ca
n't
be
done
,
"
they
said
,
convinced
that
they
would
not
be
able
to
move
his
arm
.
"
He
has
ni?os
-
en-cruz
.
"
Catarino
,
who
did
not
believe
in
magical
tricks
of
strength
,
bet
twelve
pesos
that
he
could
not
move
the
counter
.
José
Arcadio
pulled
it
out
of
its
place
,
lifted
it
over
his
head
,
and
put
it
in
the
street
.
It
took
eleven
men
to
put
it
back
.
In
the
heat
the
party
he
exhibited
his
unusual
masculinity
on
the
bar
,
completely
covered
with
tattoos
of
words
in
several
languages
intertwined
in
blue
and
red
.
To
the
women
who
were
besieging
him
and
coveting
him
he
put
the
question
as
to
who
would
pay
the
most
.
The
one
who
had
the
most
money
offered
him
twenty
pesos
.
Then
he
proposed
raffling
himself
off
among
them
at
ten
pesos
a
chance
.
It
was
a
fantastic
price
because
the
most
sought-after
woman
earned
eight
pesos
a
night
,
but
they
all
accepted
.
They
wrote
their
names
on
fourteen
pieces
of
paper
which
they
put
into
a
hat
and
each
woman
took
one
out
.
When
there
were
only
two
pieces
left
to
draw
,
it
was
established
to
whom
they
belonged
.
"
Five
pesos
more
from
each
one
,
"
José
Arcadio
proposed
,
"
and
I
'll
share
myself
with
both
.
He
made
his
living
that
way
.
He
had
been
around
the
world
sixty-five
times
,
enlisted
in
a
crew
of
sailors
without
a
country
.
The
women
who
went
to
bed
that
night
in
Catarino
's
store
brought
him
naked
into
the
dance
salon
so
that
people
could
see
that
there
was
not
a
square
inch
of
his
body
that
was
not
tattooed
,
front
and
back
,
and
from
his
neck
to
his
toes
.
He
did
not
succeed
in
becoming
incorporated
into
the
family
.
He
slept
all
day
and
spent
the
night
in
the
red-light
district
,
making
bets
on
his
strength
.
On
the
rare
occasions
when
úrsula
got
him
to
sit
down
at
the
table
,
he
gave
signs
of
radiant
good
humor
,
especially
when
he
told
about
his
adventures
in
remote
countries
.
He
had
been
shipwrecked
and
spent
two
weeks
adrift
in
the
Sea
of
Japan
,
feeding
on
the
body
of
a
comrade
who
had
succumbed
to
sunstroke
and
whose
extremely
salty
flesh
as
it
cooked
in
the
sun
had
a
sweet
and
granular
taste
.
Under
a
bright
noonday
sun
in
the
Gulf
of
Bengal
his
ship
had
killed
a
sea
dragon
,
in
the
stomach
of
which
they
found
the
helmet
,
the
buckles
,
and
the
weapons
of
a
Crusader
.
In
the
Caribbean
he
had
seen
the
ghost
of
the
pirate
ship
of
Victor
Hugues
,
its
sails
torn
by
the
winds
of
death
,
the
masts
chewed
by
sea
worms
,
and
still
looking
for
the
course
to
Guadeloupe
.
úrsula
would
weep
at
the
table
as
if
she
were
reading
the
letters
that
had
never
arrived
and
in
which
José
Arcadio
told
about
his
deeds
and
misadventures
.
"
And
there
was
so
much
of
a
home
here
for
you
,
my
son
,
"
she
would
sob
,
"
and
so
much
food
thrown
to
the
hogs
!
"
But
underneath
it
an
she
could
not
conceive
that
the
boy
the
gypsies
took
away
was
the
same
lout
who
would
eat
half
a
suckling
pig
for
lunch
and
whose
flatulence
withered
the
flowers
.
Something
similar
took
place
with
the
rest
of
the
family
.
Amaranta
could
not
conceal
the
repugnance
that
she
felt
at
the
table
because
of
his
bestial
belching
.
Arcadio
,
who
never
knew
the
secret
of
their
relationship
,
scarcely
answered
the
questions
that
he
asked
with
the
obvious
idea
of
gaining
his
affection
.
Aureliano
tried
to
relive
the
times
when
they
slept
in
the
same
room
,
tried
to
revive
the
complicity
of
childhood
,
but
José
Arcadio
had
forgotten
about
it
,
because
life
at
sea
had
saturated
his
memory
with
too
many
things
to
remember
.
Only
Rebeca
succumbed
to
the
first
impact
.
The
day
that
she
saw
him
pass
by
bedroom
she
thought
that
Pietro
Crespi
was
a
sugary
dandy
next
to
that
protomale
whose
volcanic
breathing
could
be
heard
all
over
the
house
.
She
tried
to
get
near
him
under
any
pretext
.
On
a
certain
occasion
José
Arcadio
looked
at
her
body
with
shameless
attention
and
said
to
her
"
You
're
a
woman
,
little
sister
.
"
Rebeca
lost
control
of
herself
.
She
went
back
to
eating
earth
and
the
whitewash
on
the
walls
with
the
avidity
of
previous
days
,
and
she
sucked
her
finger
so
much
anxiety
that
she
developed
a
callus
on
her
thumb
.
She
vomited
up
a
green
liquid
with
dead
leeches
in
it
.
She
spent
nights
awake
shaking
with
fever
,
fighting
against
delirium
,
waiting
until
the
house
shook
with
the
return
of
José
Arcadio
at
dawn
.
One
afternoon
,
when
everyone
was
having
a
siesta
,
she
could
no
longer
resist
and
went
to
his
bedroom
.
She
found
him
in
his
shorts
,
lying
in
the
hammock
that
he
had
hung
from
the
beams
with
a
ship
's
hawser
.
She
was
so
impressed
by
his
enormous
motley
nakedness
that
she
felt
an
impulse
to
retreat
.
"
Excuse
me
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
did
n't
know
you
were
here
.
"
But
she
lowered
her
voice
so
as
not
to
wake
anyone
up
.
"
Come
here
,
"
he
said
.
Rebeca
obeyed
.
She
stopped
beside
the
hammock
in
an
icy
sweat
,
feeling
knots
forming
in
her
intestines
,
while
José
Arcadio
stroked
her
ankles
with
the
tips
of
his
fingers
,
then
her
calves
,
then
her
thighs
,
murmuring
:
"
Oh
,
little
sister
,
little
sister
.
"
She
had
to
make
a
supernatural
effort
not
to
die
when
a
startlingly
regulated
cyclonic
power
lifted
her
up
by
the
waist
and
despoiled
her
of
her
intimacy
with
three
clashes
of
its
claws
and
quartered
her
like
a
little
bird
.
She
managed
to
thank
God
for
having
been
born
before
she
lost
herself
in
the
inconceivable
pleasure
of
that
unbearable
pain
,
splashing
in
the
steaming
marsh
of
the
hammock
which
absorbed
the
explosion
of
blood
like
a
blotter
.
