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At
that
time
Colonel
Aureliano
Buendía
took
the
time
to
send
a
detailed
account
to
Macondo
every
two
weeks
.
But
only
once
,
almost
eight
months
after
he
had
left
,
did
he
write
to
úrsula
.
A
special
messenger
brought
a
sealed
envelope
to
the
house
with
a
sheet
of
paper
inside
bearing
the
colonel
's
delicate
hand
:
Take
good
care
of
Papa
because
he
is
going
to
die
.
úrsula
became
alarmed
.
"
If
Aureliano
says
so
it
's
because
Aureliano
knows
,
"
she
said
.
And
she
had
them
help
her
take
José
Arcadio
Buendía
to
his
bedroom
.
Not
only
was
he
as
heavy
as
ever
,
but
during
his
prolonged
stay
under
the
chestnut
tree
he
had
developed
the
faculty
of
being
able
to
increase
his
weight
at
will
,
to
such
a
degree
that
seven
men
were
unable
to
lift
him
and
they
had
to
drag
him
to
the
bed
.
A
smell
of
tender
mushrooms
,
of
wood-flower
fungus
,
of
old
and
concentrated
outdoors
impregnated
the
air
of
the
bedroom
as
it
was
breathed
by
the
colossal
old
man
weather-beaten
by
the
sun
and
the
rain
.
The
next
morning
he
was
not
in
his
bed
.
In
spite
of
his
undiminished
strength
,
José
Arcadio
Buendía
was
in
no
condition
to
resist
.
It
was
all
the
same
to
him
.
If
he
went
back
to
the
chestnut
tree
it
was
not
because
he
wanted
to
but
because
of
a
habit
of
his
body
.
úrsula
took
care
of
him
,
fed
him
,
brought
him
news
of
Aureliano
.
But
actually
,
the
only
person
with
whom
he
was
able
to
have
contact
for
a
long
time
was
Prudencio
Aguilar
.
Almost
pulverized
at
that
time
by
the
decrepitude
of
death
,
Prudencio
Aguilar
would
come
twice
a
day
to
chat
with
him
.
They
talked
about
fighting
cocks
.
They
promised
each
other
to
set
up
a
breeding
farm
for
magnificent
birds
,
not
so
much
to
enjoy
their
victories
,
which
they
would
not
need
then
,
as
to
have
something
to
do
on
the
tedious
Sundays
of
death
.
It
was
Prudencio
Aguilar
who
cleaned
him
fed
him
and
brought
him
splendid
news
of
an
unknown
person
called
Aureliano
who
was
a
colonel
in
the
war
.
When
he
was
alone
,
José
Arcadio
Buendía
consoled
himself
with
the
dream
the
infinite
rooms
.
He
dreamed
that
he
was
getting
out
of
bed
,
opening
the
door
and
going
into
an
identical
room
with
the
same
bed
with
a
wrought-iron
head
,
the
same
wicker
chair
,
and
the
same
small
picture
of
the
Virgin
of
Help
on
the
back
wall
.
From
that
room
he
would
go
into
another
that
was
just
the
same
,
the
door
of
which
would
open
into
another
that
was
just
the
same
,
the
door
of
which
would
open
into
another
one
just
the
same
,
and
then
into
anotexactly
alike
,
so
on
to
infinity
.
He
liked
to
go
from
room
to
room
.
As
in
a
gallery
parallel
mirrors
,
until
Prudencio
Aguilar
would
touch
him
on
the
shoulder
Then
he
would
go
back
from
room
to
room
,
walking
in
reverse
,
going
back
over
his
trail
,
and
he
would
find
Prudencio
Aguilar
in
the
room
of
reality
.
But
one
night
,
two
weeks
after
they
took
him
to
his
bed
,
Prudencio
Aguilar
touched
his
shoulder
in
an
intermediate
room
and
he
stayed
there
forever
,
thinking
that
it
was
the
real
room
.
On
the
following
morning
úrsula
was
bringing
him
his
breakfast
when
she
saw
a
man
coming
along
the
hall
.
He
was
short
and
stocky
,
with
a
black
suit
on
and
a
hat
that
was
also
black
,
enormous
,
pulled
down
to
his
taciturn
eyes
.
"
Good
Lord
,
"
úrsula
thought
,
"
I
could
have
sworn
it
was
Melquíades
.
"
It
was
Cataure
,
Visitación
's
brother
,
who
had
left
the
house
fleeing
from
the
insomnia
plague
and
of
whom
there
had
never
been
any
news
.
Visitación
asked
him
why
he
had
come
back
,
he
answered
her
in
their
solemn
language
:
"
I
have
come
for
the
exequies
of
the
king
.
"
Then
they
went
into
José
Arcadio
Buendía
's
room
,
shook
him
as
hard
as
they
could
,
shouted
in
his
ear
,
put
a
mirror
in
front
of
his
nostrils
,
but
they
could
not
awaken
him
.
A
short
time
later
,
when
the
carpenter
was
taking
measurements
for
the
coffin
,
through
the
window
they
saw
a
light
rain
of
tiny
yellow
flowers
falling
.
They
fell
on
the
town
all
through
the
night
in
a
silent
storm
,
and
they
covered
the
roofs
and
blocked
the
doors
and
smothered
the
animals
who
dept
outdoors
.
So
many
flowers
fell
from
the
sky
that
in
the
morning
the
streets
were
carpeted
with
a
compact
cushion
and
they
had
to
clear
them
away
with
shovels
and
rakes
so
that
the
funeral
procession
could
pass
by
.