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But
Orsula
was
insensible
to
his
clairvoyance
.
"
Instead
of
going
around
thinking
about
your
crazy
inventions
,
you
should
be
worrying
about
your
sons
,
"
she
replied
.
"
Look
at
the
state
they
're
in
,
running
wild
just
like
donkeys
.
"
Jose
Arcadio
Buendfa
took
his
wife
's
words
literally
.
He
looked
out
the
window
and
saw
the
barefoot
children
in
the
sunny
garden
and
he
had
the
impression
that
only
at
that
instant
had
they
begun
to
exist
,
conceived
by
Orsula
's
spell
,
Something
occurred
inside
of
him
then
,
something
mysterious
and
definitive
that
uprooted
him
from
his
own
time
and
carried
him
adrift
through
an
unexplored
region
of
his
memory
.
While
Orsula
continued
sweeping
the
house
,
which
was
safe
now
from
being
abandoned
for
the
rest
of
her
life
,
he
stood
there
with
an
absorbed
look
,
contemplating
the
children
until
his
eyes
became
moist
and
he
dried
them
with
the
back
of
his
hand
,
exhaling
a
deep
sigh
of
resignation
.
"
All
right
,
"
he
said
.
"
Tell
them
to
come
help
me
take
the
things
out
of
the
boxes
.
"
Jose
Arcadio
,
the
older
of
the
children
,
was
fourteen
.
He
had
a
square
head
,
thick
hair
,
and
his
father
'
s
character
.
Although
he
had
the
same
impulse
for
growth
and
physical
strength
,
it
was
early
evident
that
he
lacked
imagination
.
He
had
been
conceived
and
born
during
the
difficult
crossing
of
the
mountains
,
before
the
founding
of
Macondo
,
and
his
parents
gave
thanks
to
heaven
when
they
saw
he
had
no
animal
features
.
Aureliano
,
the
first
human
being
to
be
born
in
Macondo
,
would
be
six
years
old
in
March
.
He
was
silent
and
withdrawn
.
He
had
wept
in
his
mother
's
womb
and
had
been
born
with
his
eyes
open
.
As
they
were
cutting
the
umbilical
cord
,
he
moved
his
head
from
side
to
side
,
taking
in
the
things
in
the
room
and
examining
the
faces
of
the
people
with
a
fearless
curiosity
.
Then
,
indifferent
to
those
who
came
close
to
look
at
him
,
he
kept
his
attention
concentrated
on
the
palm
roof
,
which
looked
as
if
it
were
about
to
collapse
under
the
tremendous
pressure
of
the
rain
.
Orsula
did
not
remember
the
intensity
of
that
look
again
until
one
day
when
little
Aureliano
,
at
the
age
of
three
,
went
into
the
kitchen
at
the
moment
she
was
taking
a
pot
of
boiling
soup
from
the
stove
and
putting
it
on
the
table
.
The
child
,
Perplexed
,
said
from
the
doorway
,
"
It
's
going
to
spill
.
"
The
pot
was
firmly
placed
in
the
center
of
the
table
,
but
just
as
soon
as
the
child
made
his
announcement
,
it
began
an
unmistakable
movement
toward
the
edge
,
as
if
impelled
by
some
inner
dynamism
,
and
it
fell
and
broke
on
the
floor
.
Orsula
,
alarmed
,
told
her
husband
about
the
episode
,
but
he
interpreted
it
as
a
natural
phenomenon
.
That
was
the
way
he
always
was
alien
to
the
existence
of
his
sons
,
partly
because
he
considered
childhood
as
a
period
of
mental
insufficiency
,
and
partly
because
he
was
always
too
absorbed
in
his
fantastic
speculations
.
But
since
the
afternoon
when
he
called
the
children
in
to
help
him
unpack
the
things
in
the
laboratory
,
he
gave
them
his
best
hours
.
In
the
small
separate
room
,
where
the
walls
were
gradually
being
covered
by
strange
maps
and
fabulous
drawings
,
he
taught
them
to
read
and
write
and
do
sums
,
and
he
spoke
to
them
about
the
wonders
of
the
world
,
not
only
where
his
learning
had
extended
,
but
forcing
the
limits
of
his
imagination
to
extremes
.
It
was
in
that
way
that
the
boys
ended
up
learning
that
in
the
southern
extremes
of
Africa
there
were
men
so
intelligent
and
peaceful
that
their
only
pastime
was
to
sit
and
think
,
and
that
it
was
possible
to
cross
the
Aegean
Sea
on
foot
by
jumping
from
island
to
island
all
the
way
to
the
port
of
Salonika
.
Those
hallucinating
sessions
remained
printed
on
the
memories
of
the
boys
in
such
a
way
that
many
years
later
,
a
second
before
the
regular
army
officer
gave
the
firing
squad
the
command
to
fire
,
Colonel
Aureliano
Buendfa
saw
once
more
that
warm
March
afternoon
on
which
his
father
had
interrupted
the
lesson
in
physics
and
stood
fascinated
,
with
his
hand
in
the
air
and
his
eyes
motionless
,
listening
to
the
distant
pipes
,
drums
,
and
jingles
of
the
gypsies
,
who
were
coming
to
the
village
once
more
,
announcing
the
latest
and
most
startling
discovery
of
the
sages
of
Memphis
.
They
were
new
gypsies
,
young
men
and
women
who
knew
only
their
own
language
,
handsome
specimens
with
oily
skins
and
intelligent
hands
,
whose
dances
and
music
sowed
a
panic
of
uproarious
joy
through
the
streets
,
with
parrots
painted
all
colors
reciting
Italian
arias
,
and
a
hen
who
laid
a
hundred
golden
eggs
to
the
sound
of
a
tambourine
,
and
a
trained
monkey
who
read
minds
,
and
the
multi-use
machine
that
could
be
used
at
the
same
time
to
sew
on
buttons
and
reduce
fevers
,
and
the
apparatus
to
make
a
person
forget
his
bad
memories
,
and
a
poultice
to
lose
time
,
and
a
thousand
more
inventions
so
ingenious
and
unusual
that
Jose
Arcadio
Buendfa
must
have
wanted
to
invent
a
memory
machine
so
that
he
could
remember
them
all
.
In
an
instant
they
transformed
the
village
.
The
inhabitants
of
Macondo
found
themselves
lost
is
their
own
streets
,
confused
by
the
crowded
fair
.
Holding
a
child
by
each
hand
so
as
not
to
lose
them
in
the
tumult
,
bumping
into
acrobats
with
gold-capped
teeth
and
jugglers
with
six
arms
,
suffocated
by
the
mingled
breath
of
manure
and
sandals
that
the
crowd
exhaled
,
Jose
Arcadio
Buendfa
went
about
everywhere
like
a
madman
,
looking
for
Melqufades
so
that
he
could
reveal
to
him
the
infinite
secrets
of
that
fabulous
nightmare
.
