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In
spite
of
his
triumphal
return
,
Colonel
Aureliano
Buendía
was
not
enthusiastic
over
the
looks
of
things
.
The
government
troops
abandoned
their
positions
without
resistance
and
that
aroused
an
illusion
of
victory
among
the
Liberal
population
that
it
was
not
right
to
destroy
,
but
the
revolutionaries
knew
the
truth
,
Colonel
Aureliano
Buendía
better
than
any
of
them
.
Although
at
that
moment
he
had
more
than
five
thousand
men
under
his
command
and
held
two
coastal
states
,
he
had
the
feeling
of
being
hemmed
in
against
the
sea
and
caught
in
a
situation
that
was
so
confused
that
when
he
ordered
the
restoration
of
the
church
steeple
,
which
had
been
knocked
down
by
army
cannon
fire
,
Father
Nicanor
commented
from
his
sickbed
:
"
This
is
silly
;
the
defenders
of
the
faith
of
Christ
destroy
the
church
and
the
Masons
order
it
rebuilt
.
"
Looking
for
a
loophole
through
which
he
could
escape
,
he
spent
hours
on
end
in
the
telegraph
office
conferring
with
the
commanders
of
other
towns
,
and
every
time
he
would
emerge
with
the
firmest
impression
that
the
war
was
at
a
stalemate
.
When
news
of
fresh
liberal
victories
was
received
it
was
celebrated
with
jubilant
proclamations
,
but
he
would
measure
the
real
extent
of
them
on
the
map
and
could
see
that
his
forces
were
penetrating
into
the
jungle
,
defending
themselves
against
malaria
mosquitoes
,
advancing
in
the
opposite
direction
from
reality
.
"
We
're
wasting
time
,
"
he
would
complain
to
his
officers
.
"
We
're
wasting
time
while
the
bastards
in
the
party
are
begging
for
seats
in
congress
.
"
Lying
awake
at
night
,
stretched
out
on
his
back
in
a
hammock
in
the
same
room
where
he
had
awaited
death
,
he
would
evoke
the
image
of
lawyers
dressed
in
black
leaving
the
presidential
palace
in
the
icy
cold
of
early
morning
with
their
coat
collars
turned
up
about
their
ears
,
rubbing
their
hands
,
whispering
,
taking
refuge
in
dreary
early-morning
cafés
to
speculate
over
what
the
president
had
meant
when
he
said
yes
,
or
what
he
had
meant
when
he
said
no
,
and
even
to
imagine
what
the
president
was
thinking
when
he
said
something
quite
different
,
as
he
chased
away
mosquitoes
at
a
temperature
of
ninety-five
degrees
,
feeling
the
approach
the
fearsome
dawn
when
he
would
have
to
give
his
men
the
command
to
jump
into
the
sea
.
One
night
of
uncertainty
,
when
Pilar
Ternera
was
singing
in
the
courtyard
with
the
soldiers
,
he
asked
her
to
read
the
future
in
her
cards
.
"
Watch
out
for
your
mouth
,
"
was
all
that
Pilar
Ternera
brought
out
after
spreading
and
picking
up
the
cards
three
times
.
"
I
do
n't
know
it
means
,
but
the
sign
is
very
clear
.
Watch
out
for
your
mouth
.
"
Two
days
later
someone
gave
an
orderly
a
mug
of
black
coffee
and
the
orderly
passed
it
on
to
someone
else
that
one
to
someone
else
until
,
hand
to
hand
,
it
reached
Colonel
Aureliano
Buendía
office
.
He
had
not
asked
for
any
coffee
,
but
since
it
was
there
the
colonel
drank
it
.
It
had
a
dose
of
nux
vomica
strong
enough
to
kill
a
horse
.
When
they
took
him
home
he
was
stiff
and
arched
and
his
tongue
was
sticking
out
between
his
teeth
.
úrsula
fought
against
death
over
him
.
After
cleaning
out
his
stomach
with
emetics
,
she
wrapped
him
in
hot
blankets
and
fed
him
egg
whites
for
two
days
until
his
harrowed
body
recovered
its
normal
temperature
.
On
the
fourth
day
he
was
out
danger
.
Against
his
will
,
pressured
by
úrsula
and
his
officers
,
he
stayed
in
bed
for
another
week
.
Only
then
did
he
learn
that
his
verses
had
not
been
burned
.
"
I
did
n't
want
to
be
hasty
,
"
úrsula
explained
to
him
.
"
That
night
when
I
went
to
light
the
oven
I
said
to
myself
that
it
would
be
better
to
wait
until
they
brought
the
body
.
"
In
the
haze
convalescence
,
surrounded
by
Remedios
'
dusty
dolls
,
Colonel
Aureliano
Buendía
,
brought
back
the
decisive
periods
of
his
existence
by
reading
his
poetry
.
He
started
writing
again
.
For
many
hours
,
balancing
on
the
edge
of
the
surprises
of
a
war
with
no
future
,
in
rhymed
verse
he
resolved
his
experience
on
the
shores
of
death
.
Then
his
thoughts
became
so
clear
that
he
was
able
to
examine
them
forward
and
backward
.
One
night
he
asked
Colonel
Gerineldo
Márquez
:
"
Tell
me
something
,
old
friend
:
why
are
you
fighting
?
"
"
What
other
reason
could
there
be
?
"
Colonel
Gerineldo
Márquez
answered
.
"
For
the
great
liberal
party
.
"
"
You
're
lucky
because
you
know
why
,
"
he
answered
.
"
As
far
as
I
'm
concerned
,
I
've
come
to
realize
only
just
now
that
I
'm
fighting
because
of
pride
.
"
"
That
's
bad
,
"
Colonel
Gerineldo
Márquez
said
.
Colonel
Aureliano
Buendía
was
amused
at
his
alarm
.
"
Naturally
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
in
any
case
,
it
's
better
than
not
knowing
why
you
're
fighting
.
"
He
looked
him
in
the
eyes
and
added
with
a
smile
:
His
pride
had
prevented
him
from
making
contact
with
the
armed
groups
in
the
interior
of
the
country
until
the
leaders
of
the
party
publicly
rectified
their
declaration
that
he
was
a
bandit
.
He
knew
,
however
,
that
as
soon
as
he
put
those
scruples
aside
he
would
break
the
vicious
circle
of
the
war
.
Convalescence
gave
him
time
to
reflect
.
Then
he
succeeded
in
getting
úrsula
to
give
him
the
rest
of
her
buried
inheritance
and
her
substantial
savings
.
He
named
Colonel
Gerineldo
Márquez
civil
and
military
leader
of
Macondo
and
he
went
off
to
make
contact
with
the
rebel
groups
in
the
interior
.
