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the dancing and the mechanism did not work. Melquaades, almost blind by then, crumbling with decrepitude,
used the arts of his timeless wisdom in an attempt to fix it. Finally Jos?Arcadio Buendaa managed, by mistake, to
move a device that was stuck and the music came out, first in a burst and then in a flow of mixed-up notes.
Beating against the strings that had been put in without order or concert and had been tuned with temerity,eve isk, the
hammers let go. But the stubborn descendants of the twenty-one intrepid people who plowed through the
mountains in search of the sea to the west avoided the reefs of the melodic mix-up and the dancing went on until
dawn.
Pietro Crespi came back to repair the pianola. Rebeca and Amaranta helped him put the strings in order and
helped him with their laughter at the mix-up of the melodies. It was extremely pleasant and so chaste in its way
that 2rsula ceased her vigilance. On the eve of his departure a farewell dance for him was improvised with the
pianola and with Rebeca he put on a skillful demonstration of modern dance, Arcadio and Amaranta matched
them in grace and skill. But the exhibition was interrupted because Pilar Ternera, who was at the door with the
onlookers, had a fight,runescape power leveling, biting and hair pulling, with a woman who had dared to comment that Arcadio had a
woman’s behind. Toward midnight Pietro Crespi took his leave with a sentimental little speech, and he promised
to return very soon. Rebeca accompanied him to the door, and having closed up the house and put out the lamps,
she went to her room to weep. It was an inconsolable weeping that lasted for several days, the cause of which
was not known even by Amaranta. Her hermetism was not odd. Although she seemed expansive and cordial, she
had a solitary character and an impenetrable heart. She was a splendid adolescent with long and firm bones, but
she still insisted on using the small wooden rocking chair with which she had arrived at the house,cheap rs money, reinforced
many times and with the arms gone. No one had discovered that even at that age she still had the habit of sucking
her finger. That was why she would not lose an opportunity to lock herself in the bathroom and had acquired the
habit of sleeping with her face to the wall. On rainy afternoons, embroidering with a group of friends on the
begonia porch, she would lose the thread of the conversation and a tear of nostalgia would salt her palate when
she saw the strips of damp earth and the piles of mud that the earthworms had pushed up in the garden. Those
secret tastes, defeated in the past by oranges and rhubarb, broke out into an irrepressible urge when she began to
weep. She went back to eating earth. The first time she did it almost out of curiosity, sure that the bad taste would
be the best cure for the temptation. And, in fact, she could not bear the earth in her mouth. But she persevered,
overcome by the growing anxiety, and little by little she was getting back her ancestral appetite,cheap rs money, the taste of
primary minerals, the unbridled satisfaction of what was the original food. She would put handfuls of earth in her
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pockets, and ate them in small bits without being seen, with a confused feeling of pleasure and rage, as she
instructed her girl friends in the most difficult needlepoint and spoke about other men, who did not deserve the
sacrifice of having one eat the whitewash on the walls because of them. The handfuls of earth made the only man
who deserved that show of degradation less remote and more certain, as if the ground that he walked on with his
fine patent leather boots in another part of the world were transmitting to her the weight and the temperature of
his blood in a mineral savor that left a harsh aftertaste in her mouth and a sediment of peace in her heart. One

the tormenting hammering and the constant noise of wooden lathings ceased in a silence that was startled at the
order and neatness of the music. They all ran to the parlor. Jos?Arcadio Buendaa was as if struck by lightning, not
because of the beauty of the melody, but because of the automatic working of the keys of the pianola, and he set
up Melquaades?camera with the hope of getting a daguerreotype of the invisible player. That day the Italian had
lunch with them. Rebeca and Amaranta, serving the table, were intimidated by the way in which the angelic man
with pale and ringless hands manipulated the utensils. In the living room, next to the parlor, Pietro Crespi taught
them how to dance. He showed them the steps without touching them, keeping time with a metronome, under the
friendly eye of 2rsula,runescape money, who did not leave the room for a moment while her daughters had their lesson. Pietro
Crespi wore special pants on those days, very elastic and tight, and dancing slippers, “You don’t have to worry so
much,?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa told her. “The man’s a fairy.?But she did not leave off her vigilance until the
apprenticeship was over and the Italian left Macondo. Then they began to organize the party. 2rsula drew up a
strict guest list, in which the only ones invited were the descendants of the founders, except for the family of
Pilar Ternera, who by then had had two more children by unknown fathers. It was truly a high-class list, except
that it was determined by feelings of friendship, for those favored were not only the oldest friends of Jos?Arcadio
Buendaa’s house since before they undertook the exodus and the founding of Macondo, but also their sons and
grandsons, who were the constant companions of Aureliano and Arcadio since infancy, and their daughters, who
were the only ones who visited the house to embroider with Rebeca and Amaranta. Don Apolinar Moscote, the
benevolent ruler whose activity had been reduced to the maintenance from his scanty resources of two policemen
armed with wooden clubs, was a figurehead. In older to support the household expenses his daughters had
opened a sewing shop, where they made felt flowers as well as guava delicacies, and wrote love notes to order.
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But in spite of being modest and hard-working, the most beautiful girls in Iowa,aoc power leveling, and the most skilled at the new
dances, they did not manage to be considered for the party.
While 2rsula and the girls unpacked furniture,conan power leveling, polished silverware, and hung pictures of maidens in boats full
of roses, which gave a breath of new life to the naked areas that the masons had built, Jos?Arcadio Buendaa
stopped his pursuit of the image of God,conan power leveling, convinced of His nonexistence, and he took the pianola apart in order to
decipher its magical secret. Two days before the party, swamped in a shower of leftover keys and hammers,
bungling in the midst of a mix-up of strings that would unroll in one direction and roll up again in the other, he
succeeded in a fashion in putting the instrument back together. There had never been as many surprises and as
much dashing about as in those days, but the new pitch lamps were lighted on the designated day and hour. The
house was opened, still smelling of resin and damp whitewash, and the children and grandchildren of the
founders saw the porch with ferns and begonias, the quiet rooms, the garden saturated with the fragrance of the
roses, and they gathered together in the parlor, facing the unknown invention that had been covered with a white
sheet. Those who were familiar with the piano, popular in other towns in the swamp, felt a little disheartened, but
more bitter was 2rsula’s disappointment when she put in the first roll so that Amaranta and Rebeca could begin

soon as the men came in, before being introduced, they gave them chairs to sit on. But they both remained
standing.
“Very well, my friend,?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa said, “you may stay here, not because you have those bandits
with shotguns at the door, but out of consideration for your wife and daughters.?
Don Apolinar Moscote was upset, but Jos?Arcadio Buendaa did not give him time to reply. “We only make
two conditions,?he went on. “The first: that everyone can paint his house the color he feels like. The second: that
the soldiers leave at once. We will guarantee order for you.?The magistrate raised his right hand with all the
fingers extended.
“Your word of honor??
“The word of your enemy,?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa said. And he added in a bitter tone: “Because I must tell you
one thing: you and I are still enemies.?
The soldiers left that same afternoon. A few days later Jos?Arcadio Buendaa found a house for the magistrate’s
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family. Everybody was at peace except Aureliano. The image of Remedios, the magistrate’s younger daughter,
who, because of her age, could have been his daughter,age of conan power leveling, kept paining him in some part of his body. It was a
physical sensation that almost bothered him when he walked, like a pebble in his shoe.
Chapter 4
THE NEW HOUSE, white, like a dove, was inaugurated with a dance. 2rsula had got that idea from the
afternoon when she saw Rebeca and Amaranta changed into adolescents, and it could almost have been said that
the main reason behind the construction was a desire to have a proper place for the girls to receive visitors. In
order that nothing would be lacking in splendor she worked like a galley slave as the repairs were under way, so
that before they were finished she had ordered costly necessities for the decorations, the table service,eve isk, and the
marvelous invention that was to arouse the astonishment of the town and the jubilation of the young people: the
pianola. They delivered it broken down, packed in several boxes that were unloaded along with the Viennese
furniture, the Bohemian crystal, the table service from the Indies Company, the tablecloths from Holland, and a
rich variety of lamps and candlesticks, hangings and drapes. The import house sent along at its own expense an
Italian expert, Pietro Crespi, to assemble and tune the pianola, to instruct the purchasers in its functioning, and to
teach them how to dance the latest music printed on its six paper rolls.
Pietro Crespi was young and blond, the most handsome and well mannered man who had ever been seen in
Macondo, so scrupulous in his dress that in spite of the suffocating heat he would work in his brocade vest and
heavy coat of dark cloth. Soaked in sweat, keeping a reverent distance from the owners of the house, he spent
several weeks shut up is the parlor with a dedication much like that of Aureliano in his silverwork. One morning,conan gold,
without opening the door, without calling anyone to witness the miracle,buy rs money, he placed the first roll in the pianola and

“In this town we do not give orders with pieces of paper,?he said without losing his calm. “And so that you
know it once and for all, we don’t need any judge here because there’s nothing that needs judging.?
Facing Don Apolinar Moscote, still without raising his voice, he gave a detailed account of how they had
founded the village, of how they had distributed the land, opened the roads, and introduced the improvements
that necessity required without having bothered the government and without anyone having bothered them. “We
are so peaceful that none of us has died even of a natural death,?he said. “You can see that we still don’t have any
cemetery.?No once was upset that the government had not helped them. On the contrary, they were happy that up
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until then it had let them grow in peace,silkroad gold, and he hoped that it would continue leaving them that way, because they
had not founded a town so that the first upstart who came along would tell them what to do. Don Apolinar had
put on his denim jacket, white like his trousers, without losing at any moment the elegance of his gestures.
“So that if you want to stay here like any other ordinary citizen, you’re quite welcome,?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa
concluded. “But if you’ve come to cause disorder by making the people paint their houses blue, you can pick up
your junk and go back where you came from. Because my house is going to be white, white, like a dove.?
Don Apolinar Moscote turned pale. He took a step backward and tightened his jaws as he said with a certain
affliction:
“I must warn you that I’m armed.?
Jos?Arcadio Buendaa did not know exactly when his hands regained the useful strength with which he used to
pull down horses. He grabbed Don Apolinar Moscote by the lapels and lifted him up to the level of his eyes.
“I’m doing this,?he said,runescape power leveling, “because I would rather carry you around alive and not have to keep carrying you
around dead for the rest of my life.?
In that way he carried him through the middle of the street,buy sto credits, suspended by the lapels, until he put him down on
his two feet on the swamp road. A week later he was back with six barefoot and ragged soldiers, armed with
shotguns, and an oxcart in which his wife and seven daughters were traveling. Two other carts arrived later with
the furniture, the baggage, and the household utensils. He settled his family in the Hotel Jacob, while he looked
for a house, and he went back to open his office under the protection of the soldiers. The founders of Macondo,silkroad power leveling,
resolving to expel the invaders, went with their older sons to put themselves at the disposal of Jos?Arcadio
Buendaa. But he was against it, as he explained, because it was not manl y to make trouble for someone in front
of his family, and Don Apolinar had returned with his wife and daughters. So he decided to resolve the situation
in a pleasant way.
Aureliano went with him. About that time he had begun to cultivate the black mustache with waxed tips and
the somewhat stentorian voice that would characterize him in the war. Unarmed, without paying any attention to
the guards, they went into the magistrate’s office. Don Apolinar Moscote did not lose his calm. He introduced
them to two of his daughters who happened to be there: Amparo, sixteen, dark like her mother, and Remedios,
only nine, a pretty little girl with lily-colored skin and green eyes. They were gracious and well-mannered. As

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Aureliano, who had also taught him how to read and write. 2rsula suddenly realized that the house had become
full of people, that her children were on the point of marrying and having children, and that they would be
obliged to scatter for lack of space. Then she took out the money she had accumulated over long years of hard
labor, made some arrangements with her customers, and undertook the enlargement of the house. She had a
formal parlor for visits built, another one that was more comfortable and cool for daily use, a dining room with a
table with twelve places where the family could sit with all of their guests, nine bedrooms with windows on the
courtyard and a long porch protected from the heat of noon by a rose garden with a railing on which to place pots
of ferns and begonias. She had the kitchen enlarged to hold two ovens. The granary where Pilar Ternera had read
Jos?Arcadio’s future was torn down and another twice as large built so that there would never be a lack of food
in the house. She had baths built is the courtyard in the shade of the chestnut tree,star trek online credits, one for the women and another
for the men,maple power leveling, and in the rear a large stable, a fenced-in chicken yard, a shed for the milk cows,buy sro gold, and an aviary open
to the four winds so that wandering birds could roost there at their pleasure. Followed by dozens of masons and
carpenters, as if she had contracted her husband’s hallucinating fever, 2rsula fixed the position of light and heat
and distributed space without the least sense of its limitations. The primitive building of the founders became
filled with tools and materials, of workmen exhausted by sweat, who asked everybody please not to molest them,
exasperated by the sack of bones that followed them everywhere with its dull rattle. In that discomfort, breathing
quicklime and tar, no one could see very well how from the bowels of the earth there was rising not only the
largest house is the town, but the most hospitable and cool house that had ever existed in the region of the
swamp. Jos?Buendaa, trying to surprise Divine Providence in the midst of the cataclysm, was the one who least
understood it. The new house was almost finished when 2rsula drew him out of his chimerical world in order to
inform him that she had an order to paint the front blue and not white as they had wanted. She showed him the
official document. Jos?Arcadio Buendaa, without understanding what his wife was talking about, deciphered the
signature.
“Who is this fellow??he asked:
“The magistrate,?2rsula answered disconsolately. They say he’s an authority sent by the government.?
Don Apolinar Moscote, the magistrate, had arrived in Macondo very quietly. He put up at the Hotel Jacob?a
built by one of the first Arabs who came to swap knickknacks for macaws?aand on the following day he rented a
small room with a door on the street two blocks away from the Buendaa house. He set up a table and a chair that
he had bought from Jacob, nailed up on the wall the shield of the republic that he had brought with him, and on
the door he painted the sign: Magistrate. His first order was for all the houses to be painted blue in celebration of
the anniversary of national independence. Jos?Arcadio Buendaa,star trek credits, with the copy of the order in his hand, found
him taking his nap in a hammock he had set up in the narrow office. “Did you write this paper??he asked him.
Don Apolinar Moscote, a mature man, timid, with a ruddy complexion, said yes. “By what right??Jos?Arcadio
Buendaa asked again. Don Apolinar Moscote picked up a paper from the drawer of the table and showed it to
him. “I have been named magistrate of this town.?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa did not even look at the appointment.

little longer,?she said softly. Aureliano got undressed, tormented by shame, unable to get rid of the idea that-his
nakedness could not stand comparison with that of his brother. In spite of the girl’s efforts he felt more and more
indifferent and terribly alone. “I’ll throw in other twenty cents,?he said with a desolate voice. The girl thanked
him in silence. Her back was raw. Her skin was stuck to her ribs and her breathing was forced because of an
immeasurable exhaustion. Two years before,world of warcraft gold, far away from there, she had fallen asleep without putting out the
candle and had awakened surrounded by flames. The house where she lived with the grandmother who had
raised her was reduced to ashes. Since then her grandmother carried her from town to town, putting her to bed
for twenty cents in order to make up the value of the burned house. According to the girl’s calculations, she still
had ten years of seventy men per night, because she also had to pay the expenses of the trip and food for both of
them as well as the pay of the Indians who carried the rocking chair. When the matron knocked on the door the
second time, Aureliano left the room without having done anything, troubled by a desire to weep. That night he
could not sleep, thinking about the girl, with a mixture of desire and pity. He felt an irresistible need to love her
and protect her. At dawn, worn out by insomnia and fever, he made the calm decision to marry her in order to
free her from the despotism of her grandmother and to enjoy all the nights of satisfaction that she would give the
seventy men. But at ten o’clock in the morning, when he reached Catarino’s store, the girl had left town.
Time mitigated his mad proposal, but it aggravated his feelings of frustration. He took refuge in work. He
resigned himself to being a womanless man for all his life in order to hide the shame of his uselessness. In the
meantime, Melquaades had printed on his plates everything that was printable in Macondo, and he left the
daguerreotype laboratory to the fantasies of Jos?Arcadio Buendaa who had resolved to use it to obtain scientific
proof of the existence of God. Through a complicated process of superimposed exposures taken in different parts
of the house, he was sure that sooner or later he would get a daguerreotype of God, if He existed,maple story mesos, or put an end
once and for all to the supposition of His existence. Melquaades got deeper into his interpretations of
Nostradamus. He would stay up until very late,cheap star trek credits, suffocating in his faded velvet vest, scribbling with his tiny
sparrow hands, whose rings had lost the glow of former ti mes. One night he thought he had found a prediction of
the future of Macondo. It was to be a luminous city with great glass houses where there was no trace remaining
of the race of the Buendaa. “It’s a mistake,?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa thundered. “They won’t be houses of glass but
of ice, as I dreamed, and there will always be a Buendaa, per omnia secula seculorum.?2rsula fought to preserve
common sense in that extravagant house, having broadened her business of little candy animals with an oven that
went all night turning out baskets and more baskets of bread and a prodigious variety of puddings, meringues,
and cookies, which disappeared in a few hours on the roads winding through the swamp. She had reached an age
where she had a right to rest, but she was nonetheless more and more active. So busy was she in her prosperous
enterprises that one afternoon she looked distractedly toward the courtyard while the Indian woman helped her
sweeten the dough and she saw two unknown and beautiful adolescent girls doing frame embroidery in the light
of the sunset. They were Rebeca and Amaranta. As soon as they had taken off the mourning clothes for their
grandmother, which they wore with inflexible rigor for three years, their bright clothes seemed to have given
them a new place in the world. Rebeca, contrary to what might have been expected, was the more beautiful. She
had a light complexion, large and peaceful eyes, and magical hands that seemed to work out the design of the
embroidery with invisible threads. Amaranta, the younger, was somewhat graceless, but she had the natural
distinction, the inner tightness of her dead grandmother. Next to them, although he was already revealing the
physical drive of his father,sto credits, Arcadio looked like a child. He set about learning the art of silverwork with

“In this town we do not give orders with pieces of paper,?he said without losing his calm. “And so that you
know it once and for all, we don’t need any judge here because there’s nothing that needs judging.?
Facing Don Apolinar Moscote,cheap warhammer gold, still without raising his voice, he gave a detailed account of how they had
founded the village, of how they had distributed the land, opened the roads, and introduced the improvements
that necessity required without having bothered the government and without anyone having bothered them. “We
are so peaceful that none of us has died even of a natural death,?he said. “You can see that we still don’t have any
cemetery.?No once was upset that the government had not helped them. On the contrary, they were happy that up
?26 312188 3
until then it had let them grow in peace, and he hoped that it would continue leaving them that way, because they
had not founded a town so that the first upstart who came along would tell them what to do. Don Apolinar had
put on his denim jacket, white like his trousers, without losing at any moment the elegance of his gestures.
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concluded. “But if you’ve come to cause disorder by making the people paint their houses blue, you can pick up
your junk and go back where you came from. Because my house is going to be white, white, like a dove.?
Don Apolinar Moscote turned pale. He took a step backward and tightened his jaws as he said with a certain
affliction:
“I must warn you that I’m armed.?
Jos?Arcadio Buendaa did not know exactly when his hands regained the useful strength with which he used to
pull down horses. He grabbed Don Apolinar Moscote by the lapels and lifted him up to the level of his eyes.
“I’m doing this,?he said, “because I would rather carry you around alive and not have to keep carrying you
around dead for the rest of my life.?
In that way he carried him through the middle of the street, suspended by the lapels, until he put him down on
his two feet on the swamp road. A week later he was back with six barefoot and ragged soldiers, armed with
shotguns, and an oxcart in which his wife and seven daughters were traveling. Two other carts arrived later with
the furniture, the baggage, and the household utensils. He settled his family in the Hotel Jacob, while he looked
for a house, and he went back to open his office under the protection of the soldiers. The founders of Macondo,
resolving to expel the invaders, went with their older sons to put themselves at the disposal of Jos?Arcadio
Buendaa. But he was against it, as he explained, because it was not manl y to make trouble for someone in front
of his family, and Don Apolinar had returned with his wife and daughters. So he decided to resolve the situation
in a pleasant way.
Aureliano went with him. About that time he had begun to cultivate the black mustache with waxed tips and
the somewhat stentorian voice that would characterize him in the war. Unarmed, without paying any attention to
the guards,cheap runescape gold, they went into the magistrate’s office. Don Apolinar Moscote did not lose his calm. He introduced
them to two of his daughters who happened to be there: Amparo, sixteen, dark like her mother, and Remedios,
only nine, a pretty little girl with lily-colored skin and green eyes. They were gracious and well-mannered. As

?25 312188 3
Aureliano, who had also taught him how to read and write. 2rsula suddenly realized that the house had become
full of people, that her children were on the point of marrying and having children, and that they would be
obliged to scatter for lack of space. Then she took out the money she had accumulated over long years of hard
labor,buy star wars galaxies credits, made some arrangements with her customers, and undertook the enlargement of the house. She had a
formal parlor for visits built, another one that was more comfortable and cool for daily use, a dining room with a
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courtyard and a long porch protected from the heat of noon by a rose garden with a railing on which to place pots
of ferns and begonias. She had the kitchen enlarged to hold two ovens. The granary where Pilar Ternera had read
Jos?Arcadio’s future was torn down and another twice as large built so that there would never be a lack of food
in the house. She had baths built is the courtyard in the shade of the chestnut tree, one for the women and another
for the men, and in the rear a large stable, a fenced-in chicken yard, a shed for the milk cows, and an aviary open
to the four winds so that wandering birds could roost there at their pleasure. Followed by dozens of masons and
carpenters, as if she had contracted her husband’s hallucinating fever, 2rsula fixed the position of light and heat
and distributed space without the least sense of its limitations. The primitive building of the founders became
filled with tools and materials, of workmen exhausted by sweat, who asked everybody please not to molest them,
exasperated by the sack of bones that followed them everywhere with its dull rattle. In that discomfort,buy warhammer online gold, breathing
quicklime and tar, no one could see very well how from the bowels of the earth there was rising not only the
largest house is the town,runescape money, but the most hospitable and cool house that had ever existed in the region of the
swamp. Jos?Buendaa, trying to surprise Divine Providence in the midst of the cataclysm, was the one who least
understood it. The new house was almost finished when 2rsula drew him out of his chimerical world in order to
inform him that she had an order to paint the front blue and not white as they had wanted. She showed him the
official document. Jos?Arcadio Buendaa, without understanding what his wife was talking about, deciphered the
signature.
“Who is this fellow??he asked:
“The magistrate,?2rsula answered disconsolately. They say he’s an authority sent by the government.?
Don Apolinar Moscote, the magistrate, had arrived in Macondo very quietly. He put up at the Hotel Jacob?a
built by one of the first Arabs who came to swap knickknacks for macaws?aand on the following day he rented a
small room with a door on the street two blocks away from the Buendaa house. He set up a table and a chair that
he had bought from Jacob, nailed up on the wall the shield of the republic that he had brought with him, and on
the door he painted the sign: Magistrate. His first order was for all the houses to be painted blue in celebration of
the anniversary of national independence. Jos?Arcadio Buendaa, with the copy of the order in his hand, found
him taking his nap in a hammock he had set up in the narrow office. “Did you write this paper??he asked him.
Don Apolinar Moscote, a mature man, timid, with a ruddy complexion, said yes. “By what right??Jos?Arcadio
Buendaa asked again. Don Apolinar Moscote picked up a paper from the drawer of the table and showed it to
him. “I have been named magistrate of this town.?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa did not even look at the appointment.

little longer,?she said softly. Aureliano got undressed, tormented by shame, unable to get rid of the idea that-his
nakedness could not stand comparison with that of his brother. In spite of the girl’s efforts he felt more and more
indifferent and terribly alone. “I’ll throw in other twenty cents,?he said with a desolate voice. The girl thanked
him in silence. Her back was raw. Her skin was stuck to her ribs and her breathing was forced because of an
immeasurable exhaustion. Two years before, far away from there, she had fallen asleep without putting out the
candle and had awakened surrounded by flames. The house where she lived with the grandmother who had
raised her was reduced to ashes. Since then her grandmother carried her from town to town, putting her to bed
for twenty cents in order to make up the value of the burned house. According to the girl’s calculations, she still
had ten years of seventy men per night, because she also had to pay the expenses of the trip and food for both of
them as well as the pay of the Indians who carried the rocking chair. When the matron knocked on the door the
second time, Aureliano left the room without having done anything, troubled by a desire to weep. That night he
could not sleep, thinking about the girl, with a mixture of desire and pity. He felt an irresistible need to love her
and protect her. At dawn, worn out by insomnia and fever, he made the calm decision to marry her in order to
free her from the despotism of her grandmother and to enjoy all the nights of satisfaction that she would give the
seventy men. But at ten o’clock in the morning, when he reached Catarino’s store, the girl had left town.
Time mitigated his mad proposal, but it aggravated his feelings of frustration. He took refuge in work. He
resigned himself to being a womanless man for all his life in order to hide the shame of his uselessness. In the
meantime, Melquaades had printed on his plates everything that was printable in Macondo, and he left the
daguerreotype laboratory to the fantasies of Jos?Arcadio Buendaa who had resolved to use it to obtain scientific
proof of the existence of God. Through a complicated process of superimposed exposures taken in different parts
of the house, he was sure that sooner or later he would get a daguerreotype of God, if He existed, or put an end
once and for all to the supposition of His existence. Melquaades got deeper into his interpretations of
Nostradamus. He would stay up until very late, suffocating in his faded velvet vest, scribbling with his tiny
sparrow hands,warhammer power leveling, whose rings had lost the glow of former ti mes. One night he thought he had found a prediction of
the future of Macondo. It was to be a luminous city with great glass houses where there was no trace remaining
of the race of the Buendaa. “It’s a mistake,?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa thundered. “They won’t be houses of glass but
of ice, as I dreamed, and there will always be a Buendaa, per omnia secula seculorum.?2rsula fought to preserve
common sense in that extravagant house, having broadened her business of little candy animals with an oven that
went all night turning out baskets and more baskets of bread and a prodigious variety of puddings, meringues,
and cookies, which disappeared in a few hours on the roads winding through the swamp. She had reached an age
where she had a right to rest, but she was nonetheless more and more active. So busy was she in her prosperous
enterprises that one afternoon she looked distractedly toward the courtyard while the Indian woman helped her
sweeten the dough and she saw two unknown and beautiful adolescent girls doing frame embroidery in the light
of the sunset. They were Rebeca and Amaranta. As soon as they had taken off the mourning clothes for their
grandmother,cheap warhammer online gold, which they wore with inflexible rigor for three years, their bright clothes seemed to have given
them a new place in the world. Rebeca, contrary to what might have been expected,warhammer power leveling, was the more beautiful. She
had a light complexion, large and peaceful eyes, and magical hands that seemed to work out the design of the
embroidery with invisible threads. Amaranta, the younger, was somewhat graceless, but she had the natural
distinction, the inner tightness of her dead grandmother. Next to them,cheap ffxi gil, although he was already revealing the
physical drive of his father, Arcadio looked like a child. He set about learning the art of silverwork with

earn in a short time more money than 2rsula had with her delicious candy fauna, but everybody thought it
strange that he was now a full-grown man and had not known a woman. It was true that he had never had one.
Several months later saw the return of Francisco the Man,eve isk, as ancient vagabond who was almost two hundred
years old and who frequently passed through Macondo distributing songs that he composed himself. In them
Francisco the Man told in great detail the things that had happened in the towns along his route, from Manaure to
the edge of the swamp, so that if anyone had a message to send or an event to make public, he would pay him
two cents to include it in his repertory. That was how 2rsula learned of the death of her mother, as a simple
consequence of listening to the songs in the hope that they would say something about her son Jos?Arcadio.
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name no one knew, disappeared from Macondo during the insomnia plague and one night he appeared suddenly
in Catarino’s store. The whole town went to listen to him to find out what had happened in the world. On that
occasion there arrived with him a woman who was so fat that four Indians had to carry her in a rocking chair, and
an adolescent mulatto girl with a forlorn look who protected her from the sun with an umbrella. Aureliano went
to Catarino’s store that night. He found Francisco the Man, like a monolithic chameleon, sitting in the midst of a
circle of bystanders. He was singing the news with his old, out-of-tune voice, accompanying himself with the
same archaic accordion that Sir Walter Raleigh had given him in the Guianas and keeping time with his great
walking feet that were cracked from saltpeter. In front of a door at the rear through which men were going and
coming, the matron of the rocking chair was sitting and fanning herself in silence. Catarino, with a felt rose
behind his ear, was selling the gathering mugs of fermented cane juice, and he took advantage of the occasion to
go over to the men and put his hand on them where he should not have. Toward midnight the heat was
unbearable. Aureliano listened to the news to the end without hearing anything that was of interest to his family.
He was getting ready to go home when the matron signaled him with her hand.
“You go in too.?she told him. “It only costs twenty cents.?
Aureliano threw a coin into the hopper that the matron had in her lap and went into the room without knowing
why. The adolescent mulatto girl, with her small bitch’s teats, was naked on the bed. Before Aureliano sixty-three
men had passed through the room that night. From being used so much, kneaded with sweat and sighs, the air in
the room had begun to turn to mud. The girl took off the soaked sheet and asked Aureliano to hold it by one side.
It was as heavy as a piece of canvas. They squeezed it, twisting it at the ends until it regained its natural weight.
They turned over the mat and the sweat came out of the other side. Aureliano was anxious for that operation
never to end. He knew the theoretical mechanics of love, but he could not stay on his feet because of the
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to expel the weight of his bowels. When the girl finished fixing up the bed and told him to get undressed, he gave
her a confused explanation: “They made me come in. They told me to throw twenty cents into the hopper and
hurry up.?The girl understood his confusion. “If you throw in twenty cents more when you go out, you can stay a