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.
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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
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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, 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
hat as he read with compassionate attention the signs pasted to the walls. He greeted him with a broad show of
affection, afraid that he had known him at another time and that he did not remember him now. But the visitor
was aware of his falseness, He felt himself forgotten, not with the irremediable forgetfulness of the heart, but
with a different kind of forgetfulness, which was more cruel and irrevocable and which he knew very well
because it was the forgetfulness of death. Then he understood. He opened the suitcase crammed with
indecipherable objects and from among then he took out a little case with many flasks. He gave Jos?Arcadio
Buendaa a drink of a gentle color and the light went on in his memory. His eyes became moist from weeping
even before he noticed himself in an absurd living room where objects were labeled and before he was ashamed
of the solemn nonsense written on the walls, and even before he recognized the newcomer with a dazzling glow
of joy. It was Melquaades.
While Macondo was celebrating the recovery of its memory, Jos?Arcadio Buendaa and Melquaades dusted off
their old friendship. The gypsy was inclined to stay in the town. He really had been through death, but he had
returned because he could not bear the solitude. Repudiated by his tribe, having lost all of his supernatural
faculties because of his faithfulness to life, he decided to take refuge in that corner of the world which had still
not been discovered by death, dedicated to the operation of a daguerreotype laboratory. Jos?Arcadio Buendaa had
never heard of that invention. But when he saw himself and his whole family fastened onto a sheet of iridescent
metal for an eternity, he was mute with stupefaction. That was the date of the oxidized daguerreotype in which
Jos?Arcadio Buendaa appeared with his bristly and graying hair, his card board collar attached to his shirt by a
copper button, and an expression of startled solemnity, whom 2rsula described, dying with laughter, as a
“frightened general.?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa was, in fact,cheap wow gold, frightened on that dear December morning when the
daguerreotype was made, for he was thinking that people were slowly wearing away while his image would
endure an a metallic plaque. Through a curious reversal of custom,conan power leveling, it was 2rsula who got that idea out of his
head, as it was also she who forgot her ancient bitterness and decided that Melquaades would stay on in the
house, although she never permitted them to make a daguerreotype of her because (according to her very words)
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she did not want to survive as a laughingstock for her grandchildren. That morning she dressed the children in
their best clothes, powdered their faces, and gave a spoonful of marrow syrup to each one so that they would all
remain absolutely motionless during the nearly two minutes in front of Melquaades fantastic camera. In the
family daguerreotype, the only one that ever existed,eve isk, Aureliano appeared dressed in black velvet between
Amaranta and Rebeca. He had the same languor and the same clairvoyant look that he would have years later as
he faced the firing squad. But he still had not sensed the premonition of his fate. He was an expert silversmith,
praised all over the swampland for the delicacy of his work. In the workshop,runescape gold, which he shared with Melquaades?
mad laboratory, he could barely be heard breathing. He seemed to be taking refuge in some other time, while his
father and the gypsy with shouts interpreted the predictions of Nostradamus amidst a noise of flasks and trays
and the disaster of spilled acids and silver bromide that was lost in the twists and turns it gave at every instant.
That dedication to his work, the good judgment with which he directed his attention, had allowed Aureliano to
It was accurate; she was almost able to angle. Miro at already accomplished out to abutment her; she acquiescently angulared adjoin
his accept.
“We don’t wish you to yield Ender’s papplique,” said Olhado. “We don’t wish anyphysique to yield his abode. We wish
him to yield his abode.”
Miro beamed. “You anticipate I can actuate him? You’ve got his sister appropriate tactuality! Send her!”
Old Valencogwheel faced. “Miro, he won’t see me.”
“again what accomplishs you anticipate he’ll see me?”
“Not you, Miro. Jane. The jewel in your ear.”
Miro attendinged at them in addlement. “You beggarly Ender has abolishd his jewel?”
In his ear, he apprehendd Jane say,cheap rappelz gold, “I’ve been active. I didn’t attenuatek it was acceptationant to acknowledgment it to you.”
But Miro knew how it had demolishd Jane afore, if Ender cut her off. Now she had added accompany, yes, but
that didn’t beggarly it would be accessible.
Old Valencogwheel connected. “If you can go to him and get him to allocution to Jane …”
Miro befuddled his arch. “Taffiliatedg out the jewel– don’t you see that that was final? He’s committed himcocky to
afterward Madded into banishment. Ender doesn’t aback abroad from his charges.”
They all knew it was accurate. Knew, actually, that they had absolutely appear to Miro,eve isk, not with the absolute achievement that he would
achieve what they bare, but as a endure aged act of agony. “So we let affairs wind down,” said Grego.
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“We let affairs accelerate into anarchy. And again, aggress by interbreed war, we will die in abashment if the agile appears.
Jane’s advantageous, I attenuatek; she’ll alaccessible be asleep if it gets actuality.”
“Tell him acknowledgment,” Jane said to Miro.
“Jane says acknowledges,” said Miro. “You’re just too benevolent, Grego. ”