The house became full of loves Aureliano expressed it in poetry that had no beginning or end. He would write
it on the harsh pieces of parchment that Melquaades gave him, on the bathroom walls, on the skin of his arms,
and in all of it Remedios would appear transfigured: Remedios in the soporific air of two in the afternoon,rappelz money,
Remedios in the soft breath of the roses, Remedios in the water-clock secrets of the moths, Remedios in the
steaming morning bread, Remedios everywhere and Remedios forever. Rebeca waited for her love at four in the
afternoon,acheter kamas, embroidering by the window. She knew that the mailman’s mule arrived only every two weeks, but
she always waited for him, convinced that he was going to arrive on some other day by mistake. It happened
quite the opposite: once the mule did not come on the usual day. Mad with desperation, Rebeca got up in the
middle of the night and ate handfuls of earth in the garden with a suicidal drive, weeping with pain and fury,
chewing tender earthworms and chipping her teeth on snail shells. She vomited until dawn. She fell into a state
of feverish prostration, lost consciousness, and her heart went into a shameless delirium. 2rsula, scandalized,
forced the lock on her trunk and found at the bottom, tied together with pink ribbons, the sixteen perfumed letters
and the skeletons of leaves and petals preserved in old books and the dried butterflies that turned to powder at the
touch.
Aureliano was the only one capable of understanding such desolation. That afternoon, while 2rsula was trying
to rescue Rebeca from the slough of delirium, he went with Magnafico Visbal and Gerineldo Mrquez to
Catarino’s store. The establishment had been expanded with a gallery of wooden rooms where single women
who smelled of dead flowers lived. A group made up of an accordion and drums played the songs of Francisco
the Man, who had not been seen in Macondo for several years. The three friends drank fermented cane juice.
Magnafico and Gerineldo, contemporaries of Aureliano but more skilled in the ways of the world, drank
methodically with the women seated on their laps. One of the women, withered and with goldwork on her teeth,
gave Aureliano a caress that made him shudder. He rejected her. He had discovered that the more he drank the
more he thought about Remedios, but he could bear the torture of his recollections better. He did not know
exactly when he began to float. He saw his friends and the women sailing in a radiant glow, without weight or
mass,acheter kamas, saying words that did not come out of their mouths and making mysterious signals that did not correspond
to their expressions. Catarino put a hand on his shoulder and said to him: “It’s going on eleven.?Aureliano turned
his head, saw the enormous disfigured face with a felt flower behind the ear, and then he lost his memory, as
during the ti mes of forgetfulness,rs gold, and he recovered it on a strange dawn and in a room that was completely
foreign, where Pilar Ternera stood in her slip, barefoot, her hair down, holding a lamp over him, startled with
disbelief.
“Aureliano!?
Aureliano checked his feet and raised his head. He did not know how he had come there, but he knew what his
aim was, because he had carried it hidden since infancy in an inviolable backwater of his heart.
“I’ve come to sleep with you,?he said.
His clothes were smeared with mud and vomit. Pilar Ternera, who lived alone at that time with her two
younger children, did not ask him any questions. She took him to the bed. She cleaned his face with a damp
cloth, took of his clothes, and then got completely undressed and lowered the mosquito netting so that her
children would not see them if they woke up. She had become tired of waiting for the man who would stay, of
the men who left, of the countless men who missed the road to her house, confused by the uncertainty of the
cards. During the wait her skin had become wrinkled, her breasts had withered, the coals of her heart had gone
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, 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,aion kina, written in the same methodical hand, with the same green ink, and the same delicacy
of words with which the instructions for the operation of the pianola were written, 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,aion kina, 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, 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,aion gold, even music,buy warcraft gold, reminded him of Remedios.
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the dancing and the mechanism did not work. Melquaades, almost blind by then,wow power leveling, 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,buy warcraft gold, 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, 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, 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,runescape power leveling, 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,aoc gold, and little by little she was getting back her ancestral appetite, the taste of
primary minerals, the unbridled satisfaction of what was the original food. She would put handfuls of earth in her
?29 312188 3
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,cheap eve online isk, next to the parlor, Pietro Crespi taught
them how to dance. He showed them the steps without touching them, keeping time with a metronome,l2 power leveling, under the
friendly eye of 2rsula, 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,runescape power leveling, “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,conan power leveling, and wrote love notes to order.
?28 312188 3
But in spite of being modest and hard-working, the most beautiful girls in Iowa, 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, 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, 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,lineage 2 power leveling, 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
?27 312188 3
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, 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,buy gw gold, 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,buy lineage 2 adena, 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,eve online isk, he spent
several weeks shut up is the parlor with a dedication much like that of Aureliano in his silverwork. One morning,
without opening the door, without calling anyone to witness the miracle, he placed the first roll in the pianola and
the dancing and the mechanism did not work. Melquaades, almost blind by then,wow power leveling, 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,aoc gold, 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,cheap eve online isk, 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, 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, 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,runescape power leveling, 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, the taste of
primary minerals, the unbridled satisfaction of what was the original food. She would put handfuls of earth in her
?29 312188 3
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,buy runescape money, under the
friendly eye of 2rsula, 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.
?28 312188 3
But in spite of being modest and hard-working, the most beautiful girls in Iowa, and the most skilled at the new
dances,guild wars power leveling, they did not manage to be considered for the party.
While 2rsula and the girls unpacked furniture, 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,eve isk, 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,aoc power leveling, 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,guild wars power leveling, 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
?27 312188 3
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, 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,lineage 2 power leveling, so
that before they were finished she had ordered costly necessities for the decorations, the table service, 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,buy guild wars gold, 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,eve isk, 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,
without opening the door, without calling anyone to witness the miracle, 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, 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, “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,sto credits, 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,maple power leveling, sixteen,cheap sto credits, dark like her mother, and Remedios,runescape money,
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,runescape power leveling, made some arrangements with her customers, and undertook the enlargement of the house. She had a
formal parlor for visits built,silkroad gold, 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, 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,star trek power leveling, 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,silkroad power leveling, 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.