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think of your mother.?
He gave her a distant smile,gw gold, raising his hand with all his fingers extended, and without saying a word he left
the house and faced the shouts, insults, and blasphemies that would follow him until he left the town. 2rsula put
the bar on the door, having decided not to take it down for the rest of her life. “We’ll rot in here,?she thought.
“We’ll turn to ashes in this house without men, but we won’t give this miserable town the pleasure of seeing us
weep.?She spent the whole morning looking for a memory of her son in the most hidden corners,cheap rs money, but she could
find none.
The ceremony took place fifteen miles from Macondo in the shade of a gigantic ceiba tree around which the
town of Neerlandia would be founded later. The delegates from the government and the party and the
commission of the rebels who were laying down their arms were served by a noisy group of novices in white
habits who looked like a flock of doves that had been frightened by the rain. Colonel Aureliano Buendaa arrived
on a muddy mule. He had not shaved,buy runescape gold, more tormented by the pain of the sores than by the great failure of his
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dreams, for he had reached the end of all hope, beyond glory and the nostalgia of glory. In accordance with his
arrangements there was no music, no fireworks, no pealing bells, no shouts of victory, or any other manifestation
that might alter the mournful character of the armistice. An itinerant photographer who took the only picture of
him that could have been preserved was forced to smash his plates without developing them.
The ceremony lasted only the time necessary to sign the documents. Around the rustic table placed in the
center of a patched circus tent where the delegates sat were the last officers who were faithful to Colonel
Aureliano Buendaa. Before taking the signatures, the personal delegate of the president of the republic tried to
read the act of surrender aloud, but Colonel Aureliano Buendaa was against it. “Let’s not waste time on
formalities,?he said and prepared to sign the papers without reading them. One of his officers then broke the
soporific silence of the tent.
“Colonel,?he said, “please do us the favor of not being the first to sign.?
Colonel Aureliano Buendaa acceded. When the documents went all around the table, in the midst of a silence
that was so pure that one could have deciphered the signatures from the scratching of the pen on the paper, the
first line was still blank. Colonel Aureliano Buendaa prepared to fill it.
“Colonel,?another of his officers said, “there’s still time for everything to come out right.?
Without changing his expression, Colonel Aureliano Buendaa signed the first copy. He had not finished signing
the last one when a rebel colonel appeared in the doorway leading a mule carrying two chests. In spite of his
entire youth he had a dry look and a patient expression. He was the treasurer of the revolution in the Macondo
region. He had made a difficult journey of six days, pulling along the mule, who was dying of hunger, in order to
arrive at the armistice on time. With an exasperating parsimony he took down the chests, opened them, and
placed on the table, one by one, seventy-two gold bricks, Everyone had forgotten about the existence of that
fortune. In the disorder of the past year,runescape power leveling, when the central command fell apart and the revolution degenerated into

and unfolded first the papers and then the protective cloth, she found the fabric of the dress and the stitches of the
veil and even the crown of orange blossoms perforated by moths. Although she was sure that she had put a
handful of mothballs in the wrappings, the disaster seemed so natural that she did not dare blame Amaranta.
There was less than a month until the wedding, but Amparo Moscote promised to sew a new dress within a week.
Amaranta felt faint that rainy noontime when Amparo came to the house wrapped in the froth of needlework for
Rebeca to have the final fitting of the dress. She lost her voice and a thread of cold sweat ran down the path of
her spine. For long months she had trembled with fright waiting for that hour,flyff money, because if she had not been able to
conceive the ultimate obstacle to Rebeca’s wedding, she was sure that at the last moment, when all the resources
of her imagination had failed, she would have the courage to poison her. That afternoon, while Rebeca was
suffocating with heat inside the armor of thread that Amparo Moscote was putting about her body with thousands
of pins and infinite patience,buy gaia online gold, Amaranta made several mistakes in her crocheting and pricked her finger with the
needle, but she decided with frightful coldness that the date would be the last Friday before the wedding and the
method would be a dose of laudanum in her coffee.
A greater obstacle, as impassable as it was unforeseen, obliged a new and indefinite postponement. One week
before the date set for the wedding,cheap rs money, little Remedios woke up in the middle of the night soaked in a hot broth
which had exploded in her insides with a kind of tearing belch, and she died three days later, poisoned by her
own blood, with a pair of twins crossed in her stomach. Amarante suffered a crisis of conscience. She had begged
God with such fervor for something fearful to happen so that she would not have to poison Rebeca that she felt
guilty of Remedios?death. That was not the obstacle that she had begged for so much. Remedios had brought a
breath of merriment to the house. She had settled down with her husband in a room near the workshop,daoc platinum, which
she decorated with the dolls and toys of her recent childhood, and her merry vitality overflowed the four walls of
the bedroom and went like a whirlwind of good health along the porch with the begonias: She would start
singing at dawn. She was the only person who dared intervene in the arguments between Rebeca and Amaranta.
She plunged into the fatiguing chore of taking care of Jos?Arcadio Buendaa. She would bring him his food, she
would help him with his daily necessities, wash him with soap and a scrubbing brush, keep his hair and beard
free of lice and nits, keep the palm shelter in good condition and reinforce it with waterproof canvas in stormy
weather. In her last months she had succeeded in communicating with him in phrases of rudimentary Latin.
When the son of Aureliano and Pilar Ternera was born and brought to the house and baptized in an intimate
ceremony with the name Aureliano Jos? Remedios decided that he would be considered their oldest child. Her
maternal instinct surprised 2rsula. Aureliano, for his part, found in her the justification that he needed to live. He
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worked all day in his workshop and Remedios would bring him a cup of black coffee in the middle of the
morning. They would both visit the Moscotes every night. Aureliano would play endless games of dominoes with
his father-in-law while Remedios chatted with her sisters or talked to her mother about more important things.
The link with the Buendaas consolidated Don Apolinar Moscote’s authority in the town. On frequent trips to the

out. She felt for Aureliano in the darkness, put her hand on his stomach and kissed him on the neck with a
maternal tenderness. “My poor child,?she murmured. Aureliano shuddered. With a calm skill, without the
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slightest misstep, he left his accumulated grief behind and found Remedios changed into a swamp without
horizons,rs gold, smelling of a raw animal and recently ironed clothes. When he came to the surface he was weeping.
First they were involuntary and broken sobs. Then he emptied himself out in an unleashed flow, feeling that
something swollen and painful had burst inside of him. She waited, snatching his head with the tips of her
fingers, until his body got rid of the dark material that would not let him live. They Pilar Ternera asked him:
“Who is it??And Aureliano told her. She let out a laugh that in other times frightened the doves and that now did
not even wake up the children. “You’ll have to raise her first,?she mocked, but underneath the mockery
Aureliano found a reservoir of understanding. When he went out of the room, leaving behind not only his doubts
about his virility but also the bitter weight that his heart had borne for so many months, Pilar Ternera made him a
spontaneous promise.
“I’m going to talk to the girl,?she told him,runescape power leveling, “and you’ll see what I’ll serve her on the tray.?
She kept her promise. But it was a bad moment, because the house had lost its peace of former days. When she
discovered Rebeca’s passion, which was impossible to keep secret because of her shouts,cheap rs money, Amaranta suffered an
attack of fever. She also suffered from the barb of a lonely love. Shut up in the bathroom, she would release
herself from the torment of a hopeless passion by writing feverish letters, which she finally hid in the bottom of
her trunk. 2rsula barely had the strength to take care of the two sick girls. She was unable, after prolonged and
insidious interrogations,runescape power leveling, to ascertain the causes of Amaranta’s prostration. Finally, in another moment of
inspiration, she forced the lock on the trunk and found the letters tied with a pink ribbon, swollen with fresh lilies
and still wet with tears, addressed and never sent to Pietro Crespi. Weeping with rage, she cursed the day that it
had occurred to her to buy the pianola, and she forbade the embroidery lessons and decreed a kind of mourning
with no one dead which was to be prolonged until the daughters got over their hopes. Useless was the
intervention of Jos?Arcadio Buendaa, who had modified his first impression of Pietro Crespi and admired his
ability in the manipulation of musical machines. So that when Pilar Ternera told Aureliano that Remedios had
decided on marriage, he could see that the news would only give his parents more trouble. Invited to the parlor
for a formal interview, Jos?Arcadio Buendaa and 2rsula listened stonily to their son’s declaration. When he
learned the name of the fianc|e, however, Jos?Arcadio Buendaa grew red with indignation. “Love is a disease,?
he thundered. “With so many pretty and decent girls around, the only thing that occurs to you is to get married to
the daughter of our enemy.?But 2rsula agreed with the choice. She confessed her affection for the seven Moscote
sisters. for their beauty, their ability for work, their modesty, and their good manners, and she celebrated her
son’s prudence. Conquered by his wife’s enthusiasm, Jos?Arcadio Buendaa then laid down one condition:
Rebeca, who was the one he wanted, would marry Pietro Crespi. 2rsula would take Amaranta on a trip to the
capital of the province when she had time, so that contact with different people would alleviate her
disappointment. Rebeca got her health back just as soon as she heard of the agreement, and she wrote her fianc?a

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