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What
really
caused
indignation
in
the
town
was
.
not
the
results
of
the
elections
but
the
fact
that
the
soldiers
had
not
returned
the
weapons
.
A
group
of
women
spoke
with
Aureliano
so
that
he
could
obtain
the
return
of
their
kitchen
knives
from
his
father-in-law
.
Don
Apolinar
Moscote
explained
to
him
,
in
strictest
confidence
,
that
the
soldiers
had
taken
the
weapons
off
as
proof
that
the
Liberals
were
preparing
for
war
.
The
cynicism
of
the
remark
alarmed
him
.
He
said
nothing
,
but
on
a
certain
night
when
Gerineldo
Márquez
and
Magnífico
Visbal
were
speaking
with
some
other
friends
about
the
incident
of
the
knives
,
they
asked
him
if
he
was
a
Liberal
or
a
Conservative
.
Aureliano
did
not
hesitate
.
"
If
I
have
to
be
something
I
'll
be
a
Liberal
,
"
he
said
,
"
because
the
Conservatives
are
tricky
.
"
On
the
following
day
,
at
the
urging
of
his
friends
,
he
went
to
see
Dr.
Alirio
Noguera
to
be
treated
for
a
supposed
pain
in
his
liver
.
He
did
not
even
understand
the
meaning
of
the
subterfuge
.
Dr.
Alirio
Noguera
had
arrived
in
Macondo
a
few
years
before
with
a
medicine
chest
of
tasteless
pills
and
a
medical
motto
that
convinced
no
one
:
One
nail
draws
another
.
In
reality
he
was
a
charlatan
.
Behind
his
innocent
fa鏰de
of
a
doctor
without
prestige
there
was
hidden
a
terrorist
who
with
his
short
legged
boots
covered
the
scars
that
five
years
in
the
stocks
had
left
on
his
legs
.
Taken
prisoner
during
the
first
federalist
adventure
,
he
managed
to
escape
to
Cura鏰o
disguised
in
the
garment
he
detested
most
in
this
world
:
a
cassock
.
At
the
end
of
a
prolonged
exile
,
stirred
up
by
the
exciting
news
that
exiles
from
all
over
the
Caribbean
brought
to
Cura鏰o
,
he
set
out
in
a
smuggler
's
schooner
and
appeared
in
Riohacha
the
bottles
of
pills
that
were
nothing
but
refined
sugar
and
a
diploma
from
the
University
of
Leipzig
that
he
had
forged
himself
.
He
wept
with
disappointment
.
The
federalist
fervor
,
which
the
exiles
had
pictured
as
a
powder
keg
about
to
explode
,
had
dissolved
into
a
vague
electoral
illusion
.
Embittered
by
failure
,
yearning
for
a
safe
place
where
he
could
await
old
age
,
the
false
homeopath
took
refuge
in
Macondo
.
In
the
narrow
bottle-crowded
room
that
he
rented
on
one
side
of
the
square
,
he
lived
several
years
off
the
hopelessly
ill
who
,
after
having
tried
everything
,
consoled
themselves
with
sugar
pills
.
His
instincts
of
an
agitator
remained
dormant
as
long
as
Don
Apolinar
Moscote
was
a
figurehead
.
He
passed
the
time
remembering
and
fighting
against
asthma
.
The
approach
of
the
elections
was
the
thread
that
led
him
once
more
to
the
skein
of
subversion
.
He
made
contact
with
the
young
people
in
the
town
,
who
lacked
political
knowledge
,
and
he
embarked
on
a
stealthy
campaign
of
instigation
.
The
numerous
red
ballots
that
appeared
is
the
box
and
that
were
attributed
by
Don
Apolinar
Moscote
to
the
curiosity
that
came
from
youth
were
part
of
his
plan
:
he
made
his
disciples
vote
in
order
to
show
them
that
elections
were
a
farce
.
"
The
only
effective
thing
,
"
he
would
say
,
"
is
violence
.
"
The
majority
of
Aureliano
's
friends
were
enthusiastic
over
the
idea
of
liquidating
the
Conservative
establishment
,
but
no
one
had
dared
include
him
in
the
plans
,
not
only
because
of
his
ties
with
the
magistrate
,
but
because
of
his
solitary
and
elusive
character
.
It
was
known
,
furthermore
,
that
he
had
voted
blue
at
his
father-in-law
's
direction
.
So
it
was
a
simple
matter
of
chance
that
he
revealed
his
political
sentiments
,
and
it
was
purely
a
matter
curiosity
,
a
caprice
,
that
brought
him
to
visit
the
doctor
for
the
treatment
of
a
pain
that
he
did
not
have
.
In
the
den
that
smelled
of
camphorated
cobwebs
he
found
himself
facing
a
kind
of
dusty
iguana
whose
lungs
whistled
when
he
breathed
.
Before
asking
him
any
questions
the
doctor
took
him
to
the
window
examined
the
inside
of
his
lower
eyelid
.
"
It
's
not
there
,
"
Aureliano
said
,
following
what
they
told
him
.
He
pushed
the
tips
of
his
fingers
into
his
liver
and
added
:
"
Here
's
where
I
have
the
pain
that
wo
n't
let
me
sleep
.
"
Then
Dr.
Noguera
closed
the
window
with
the
pretext
that
there
was
too
much
sun
,
and
explained
to
him
in
simple
terms
that
it
was
a
patriotic
duty
to
assassinate
Conservatives
.
For
several
days
Aureliano
carried
a
small
bottle
of
pills
in
his
shirt
pocket
.
He
would
take
it
out
every
two
hours
,
put
three
pills
in
the
palm
of
his
hand
,
and
pop
them
into
his
mouth
for
them
to
be
slowly
dissolved
on
his
tongue
.
Don
Apolinar
Moscote
made
fun
of
his
faith
in
homeopathy
,
but
those
who
were
in
on
the
plot
recognized
another
one
of
their
people
in
him
.
Almost
all
of
the
sons
of
the
founders
were
implicated
,
although
none
of
them
knew
concretely
what
action
they
were
plotting
.
Nevertheless
,
the
day
the
doctor
revealed
the
secret
to
Aureliano
,
the
latter
elicited
the
whole
plan
of
the
conspiracy
.
Although
he
was
convinced
at
that
time
of
the
urgency
of
liquidating
the
Conservative
regime
,
the
plot
horrified
him
.
Dr.
Noguera
had
a
mystique
of
personal
assassination
.
His
system
was
reduced
to
coordinating
a
series
individual
actions
which
in
one
master
stroke
covering
the
whole
nation
would
liquidate
the
functionaries
of
the
regime
along
with
their
respective
families
,
especially
the
children
,
in
order
to
exterminate
Conservatism
at
its
roots
.
Don
Apolinar
Moscote
,
his
wife
,
and
his
six
daughters
,
needless
to
say
,
were
on
the
list
.
"
You
're
no
Liberal
or
anything
else
,
"
Aureliano
told
him
without
getting
excited
.
"
You
're
nothing
but
a
butcher
.
"
"
In
that
case
,
"
the
doctor
replied
with
equal
calm
,
"
give
me
back
the
bottle
.
You
do
n't
need
it
any
more
.
"
Only
six
months
later
did
Aureliano
learn
that
the
doctor
had
given
up
on
him
as
a
man
of
action
because
he
was
a
sentimental
person
with
no
future
,
with
a
passive
character
,
and
a
definite
solitary
vocation
.
They
tried
to
keep
him
surrounded
,
fearing
that
he
would
betray
the
conspiracy
.
Aureliano
calmed
them
down
:
he
would
not
say
a
word
,
but
on
the
night
they
went
to
murder
the
Moscote
family
they
would
find
him
guarding
the
door
.
He
showed
such
a
convincing
decision
that
the
plan
was
postponed
for
an
indefinite
date
.
It
was
during
those
days
that
úrsula
asked
his
opinion
about
the
marriage
between
Pietro
Crespi
and
Amaranta
,
and
he
answered
that
these
were
not
times
to
be
thinking
about
such
a
thing
.
For
a
week
he
had
been
carrying
an
old-fashioned
pistol
under
his
shirt
.
He
kept
his
eyes
on
his
friends
.
In
the
afternoon
he
would
go
have
coffee
with
José
Arcadio
and
Rebeca
,
who
had
begun
to
put
their
house
in
order
,
and
from
seven
o'clock
on
he
would
play
dominoes
with
his
father-in-law
.
At
lunchtime
he
was
chatting
with
Arcadio
,
who
was
already
a
huge
adolescent
,
and
he
found
him
more
and
more
excited
over
the
imminence
of
war
.
In
school
,
where
Arcadio
had
pupils
older
than
himself
mixed
in
with
children
who
were
barely
beginning
to
talk
,
the
Liberal
fever
had
caught
on
.
There
was
talk
of
shooting
Father
Nicanor
,
of
turning
the
church
into
a
school
,
of
instituting
free
love
.
Aureliano
tried
to
calm
down
his
drive
.
He
recommended
discretion
and
prudence
to
him
.
Deaf
to
his
calm
reasoning
,
to
his
sense
of
reality
,
Arcadio
reproached
him
in
public
for
his
weakness
of
character
.
Aureliano
waited
.
Finally
,
in
the
beginning
of
December
,
úrsula
burst
into
the
workshop
all
upset
.
