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secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude. He would get up at five in the morning after a
light sleep, have his eternal mug of bitter coffee in the kitchen, shut himself up all day in the workshop, and at
four in the afternoon he would go along the porch dragging a stool, not even noticing the fire of the rose bushes
or the brightness of the hour or the persistence of Amaranta, whose melancholy made the noise of a boiling pot,
which was perfectly perceptible at dusk, and he would sit in the street door as long as the mosquitoes would
allow him to. Someone dared to disturb his solitude once.
“How are you, Colonel??he asked in passing.
“Right here,?he answered. “Waiting for my funeral procession to pass.?
So that the anxiety caused by the public reappearance of his family name, having to do with the coronation of
Remedios the Beauty, was baseless. Many people did not think that way,world of warcraft gold, however. Innocent of the tragedy that
threatened it, the town poured into the main square in a noisy explosion of merriment. The carnival had reached
its highest level of madness and Aureliano Segundo had satisfied at last his dream of dressing up like a tiger and
was walking along the wild throng, hoarse from so much roaring, when on the swamp road a parade of several
people appeared carrying in a gilded litter the most fascinating woman that imagination could conceive. For a
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moment the inhabitants of Macondo took off their masks in order to get a better look at the dazzling creature
with a crown of emeralds and an ermine cape, who seemed invested with legitimate authority,cheap runescape gold, and was not
merely a sovereign of bangles and crepe paper. There were many people who had sufficient insight to suspect
that it was a question of provocation. But Aureliano Segundo immediately conquered his perplexity and declared
the new arrivals to be guests of honor, and with the wisdom of Solomon he seated Remedios the Beauty and the
intruding queen on the same dais. Until midnight the strangers, disguised as bedouins, took part in the delirium
and even enriched it with sumptuous fireworks and acrobatic skills that made one think of the art of the gypsies.
Suddenly,warcraft gold, during the paroxysm of the celebration, someone broke the delicate balance.
“Long live the Liberal party!?he shouted. “Long live Colonel Aureliano Buendaa!?
The rifle shots drowned out the splendor of the fireworks and the cries of terror drowned out the music and joy
turned into panic. Many years later there were those who still insisted that the royal guard of the intruding queen
was a squad of regular army soldiers who were concealing government-issue rifles under their rich Moorish
robes. The government denied the charge in a special proclamation and promised a complete investigation of the
bloody episode. But the truth never came to light, and the version always prevailed that the royal guard, without
provocation of any kind, took up combat positions upon a signal from their commander and opened fire without
pity on the crowd. When calm was restored,runescape money, not one of the false bedouins remained in town and there were many
dead and wounded lying on the square: nine clowns, four Columbines, seventeen playing-card kings, one devil,
three minstrels, two peers of France, and three Japanese empresses. In the confusion of the panic Jos?Arcadio
Segundo managed to rescue Remedios the Beauty and Aureliano Segundo carried the intruding queen to the
house in his arms, her dress torn and the ermine cape stained with blood. Her name was Fernanda del Carpio.

convinced that his own officers were lying to him. He fought with the Duke of Marlborough. “The best friend a
person has,?he would say at that time, “is one who has just died.?He was weary of the uncertainty, of the vicious
circle of that eternal war that always found him in the same place, but always older, wearier, even more in the
position of not knowing why, or how, or even when. There was always someone outside of the chalk circle.
Someone who needed money, someone who had a son with whooping cough, or someone who wanted to go off
and sleep forever because he could not stand the shit taste of the war in his mouth and who, nevertheless, stood at
attention to inform him: “Everything normal, colonel.?And normality was precisely the most fearful part of that
infinite war: nothing ever happened. Alone, abandoned by his premonitions,cheap everquest 2 gold, fleeing the chill that was to
accompany him until death, he sought a last refuge in Macondo in the warmth of his oldest memories. His
indolence was so serious that when they announced the arrival of a commission from his party that was
authorized to discuss the stalemate of the war, he rolled over in his hammock without completely waking up.
“Take them to the whores,runescape money,?he said.
They were six lawyers in frock coats and top hats who endured the violent November sun with stiff stoicism.
2rsula put them up in her house. They spent the greater part of the day closeted in the bedroom in hermetic
conferences and at dusk they asked for an escort and some accordion players and took over Catarino’s store.
“Leave them alone,?Colonel Aureliano Buendaa ordered. “After all, I know what they want.?At the beginning of
December the long-awaited interview, which many had foreseen as an interminable argument, was resolved in
less than an hour.
In the hot parlor, beside the specter of the pianola shrouded in a white sheet, Colonel Aureliano Buendaa did
not sit down that time inside the chalk circle that his aides had drawn. He sat in a chair between his political
advisers and, wrapped in his woolen blanket, he listened in silence to the brief proposals of the emissaries. They
asked first that he renounce the revision of property titles in order to get back the support of the Liberal
landowners. They asked,eq2 power leveling, secondly, that he renounce the fight against clerical influence in order to obtain the
support of the Catholic masses. They asked, finally, that he renounce the aim of equal rights for natural and
illegitimate children in order to preserve the integrity of the home.
“That means,?Colonel Aureliano Buendaa said,eve isk, smiling when the reading was over, “that all we’re fighting for
is power.?
“They’re tactical changes,?one of the delegates replied. “Right now the main thing is to broaden the popular
base of the war. Then we’ll have another look.?
One of Colonel Aureliano Buendaa’s political advisers hastened to intervene.
“It’s a contradiction?he said. “If these changes are good, it means that the Conservative regime is good. If we
succeed in broadening the popular base of the war with them, as you people say, it means that the regime his a
broad popular base. It means, in short, that for almost twenty years we’ve been fighting against the sentiments of
the nation.?
He was going to go on, but Colonel Aureliano Buendaa stopped him with a signal. “Don’t waste your time,
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Italian are going to get married.?
Amaranta and Pietro Crespi had,runescape money, in fact, deepened their friendship, protected by 2rsula, who this time did not
think it necessary to watch over the visits. It was a twilight engagement. The Italian would arrive at dusk, with a
gardenia in his buttonhole,buy warcraft gold, and he would translate Petrarch’s sonnets for Amaranta. They would sit on the porch,
suffocated by the oregano and the roses, he reading and she sewing lace cuffs, indifferent to the shocks and bad
news of the war, until the mosquitoes made them take refuge in the parlor. Amaranta’s sensibility, her discreet but
enveloping tenderness had been wearing an invisible web about her fianc? which he had to push aside materially
with his pale and ringless fingers in order to leave the house at eight o’clock. They had put together a delightful
album with the postcards that Pietro Crespi received from Italy. They were pictures of lovers in lonely parks,
with vignettes of hearts pierced with arrows and golden ribbons held by doves. “I’ve been to this park in
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Florence,?Pietro Crespi would say,buy world of warcraft gold, going through the cards. “A person can put out his hand and the birds will
come to feed.?Sometimes, over a watercolor of Venice, nostalgia would transform the smell of mud and
putrefying shellfish of the canals into the warm aroma of flowers. Amaranta would sigh, laugh, and dream of a
second homeland of handsome men and beautiful women who spoke a childlike language with ancient cities of
whose past grandeur only the cats among the rubble remained. After crossing the ocean in search of it,buy rs money, after
having confused passion with the vehement stroking of Rebeca, Pietro Crespi had found love. Happiness was
accompanied by prosperity. His warehouse at that time occupied almost a whole block and it was a hothouse of
fantasy, with reproductions of the bell tower of Florence that told time with a concert of carillons, and music
boxes from Sorrento and compacts from China that sang five-note melodies when they were opened, and all the
musical instruments imaginable and all the mechanical toys that could be conceived. Bruno Crespi, his younger
brother, was in charge of the store because Pietro Crespi barely had enough time to take care of the music school.
Thanks to him the Street of the Turks, with its dazzling display of knickknacks, became a melodic oasis where
one could forget Arcadio’s arbitrary acts and the distant nightmare of the war. When 2rsula ordered the revival of
Sunday mass, Pietro Crespi donated a German harmonium to the church, organized a children’s chorus, and
prepared a Gregorian repertory that added a note of splendor to Father Nicanor’s quiet rite. No one doubted that
he would make Amaranta a fortunate mate. Not pushing their feelings, letting themselves be borne along by the
natural flow of their hearth they reached a point where all that was left to do was set a wedding date. They did
not encounter any obstacles. 2rsula accused herself inwardly of having twisted Rebecca’s destiny with repeated
postponements and she was not about to add more remorse. The rigor of the mourning for Remedios had been
relegated to the background by the mortifications of the war, Aureliano’s absence, Arcadio’s brutality, and the
expulsion of Jos?Arcadio and Rebeca. With the imminence of the wedding, Pietro Crespi had hinted that
Aureliano Jos? in whom he had stirred up a love that was almost filial, would be considered their oldest child.
Everything made Amaranta think that she was heading toward a smooth happiness. But unlike Rebeca, she did
not reveal the slightest anxiety. With the same patience with which she dyed tablecloths, sewed lace

afternoon, for no reason, Amparo Moscote asked permission to see the house. Amaranta and Rebeca,
disconcerted by the unexpected visit, attended her with a stiff formality. They showed her the remodeled
mansion, they had her listen to the rolls on the pianola, and they offered her orange marmalade and crackers.
Amparo gave a lesson in dignity,runescape money, personal charm, and good manners that impressed 2rsula in the few moments
that she was present during the visit. After two hours, when the conversation was beginning to wane, Amparo
took advantage of Amaranta’s distraction and gave Rebeca a letter. She was able to see the name of the Estimable
Se orita Rebeca Buendaa, written in the same methodical hand,runescape power leveling, with the same green ink, and the same delicacy
of words with which the instructions for the operation of the pianola were written,aion kinah, and she folded the letter with
the tips of her fingers and hid it in her bosom, looking at Amparo Moscote with an expression of endless and
unconditional gratitude and a silent promise of complicity unto death.
The sudden friendship between Amparo Moscote and Rebeca Buendaa awakened the hopes of Aureliano. The
memory of little Remedios had not stopped tormenting him, but he had not found a chance to see her. When he
would stroll through town with his closest friends, Magnafico Visbal and Gerineldo Mrquez?athe sons of the
founders of the same names?ahe would look for her in the sewing shop with an anxious glance, but he saw only
the older sisters. The presence of Amparo Moscote in the house was like a premonition. “She has to come with
her,?Aureliano would say to himself in a low voice. “She has to come.?He repeated it so many times and with
such conviction that one afternoon when he was putting together a little gold fish in the work shop, he had the
certainty that she had answered his call. Indeed, a short time later he heard the childish voice, and when he
looked up his heart froze with terror as he saw the girl at the door, dressed in pink organdy and wearing white
boots.
“You can’t go in there, Remedios, Amparo Moscote said from the hall. They’re working.?
But Aureliano did not give her time to respond. He picked up the little fish by the chain that came through its
mouth and said to her.
“Come in.?
Remedios went over and asked some questions about the fish that Aureliano could not answer because he was
seized with a sudden attack of asthma. He wanted to stay beside that lily skin forever, beside those emerald eyes,
close to that voice that called him “sir?with every question. showing the same respect that she gave her father.
Melquaades was in the corner seated at the desk scribbling indecipherable signs. Aureliano hated him. All he
could do was tell Remedios that he was going to give her the little fish and the girl was so startled by the offer
that she left the workshop as fast as she could. That afternoon Aureliano lost the hidden patience with which he
had waited for a chance to see her. He neglected his work. In several desperate efforts of concentration he willed
her to appear but Remedios did not respond. He looked for her in her sisters?shop, behind the window shades in
her house,runescape power leveling, in her father’s office, but he found her only in the image that saturated his private and terrible solitude.
He would spend whole hours with Rebeca in the parlor listening to the music on the pianola. She was listening to
it because it was the music with which Pietro Crespi had taught them how to dance. Aureliano listened to it
simply because everything, even music, reminded him of Remedios.
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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

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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,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
table with twelve places where the family could sit with all of their guests,cheap rs gold, 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, 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.