disguising himself as a tiger, brought Father Antonio Isabel to the house in order to convince 2rsula that the
carnival was not a pagan feast, as she said,potbs gold, but a Catholic tradition. Finally convinced, even though reluctantly,cheap runescape money,
she consented to the coronation.
The news that Remedios Buendaa was going to be the sovereign ruler of the festival went beyond the limits of
the swamp in a few hours, reached distant places where the prestige of her beauty was not known, and it aroused
the anxiety of those who still thought of her last name as a symbol of subversion. The anxiety was baseless. If
anyone had become harmless at that time it was the aging and disillusioned Colonel Aureliano Buendaa, who was
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slowly losing all contact with the reality of the nation. Enclosed in his workshop, his only relationship with the
rest of the world was his business in little gold fishes. One of the soldiers who had guarded his house during the
first days of peace would go sell them in the villages of the swamp and return loaded down with coins and news.
That the Conservative government, he would say, with the backing of the Liberals, was reforming the calendar so
that every president could remain in power for a hundred years. That the concordat with the Holy See had finally
been signed and a cardinal had come from Rome with a crown of diamonds and a throne of solid gold, and that
the Liberal ministers had had their pictures taken on their knees in the act of kissing his ring. That the leading
lady of a Spanish company passing through the capital had been kidnapped by a band of masked highwaymen
and on the following Sunday she had danced in the nude at the summer house of the president of the republic.
“Don’t talk to me about politics,?the colonel would tell him. “Our business is selling little fishes.?The rumor that
he did not want to hear anything about the situation in the country because he was growing rich in his workshop
made 2rsula laugh when it reached her ears. With her terrible practical sense she could not understand the
colonel’s business as he exchanged little fishes for gold coins and then converted the coins into little fishes, and
so on,Psu Meseta, with the result that he had to work all the harder with the more he sold in order to satisfy an exasperating
vicious circle. Actually, what interested him was not the business but the work. He needed so much concentration
to link scales, fit minute rubies into the eyes, laminate gills, and put on fins that there was not the smallest empty
moment left for him to fill with his disillusionment of the war. So absorbing was the attention required by the
delicacy of his artistry that in a short time he had aged more than during all the years of the war,runescape money, and his position
had twisted his spine and the close work had used up his eyesight, but the implacable concentration awarded him
with a peace of the spirit. The last time he was seen to take an interest in some matter related to the war was
when a group of veterans from both parties sought his support for the approval of lifetime pensions, which had
always been promised and were always about to be put into effect. “Forget about it,?he told them. “You can see
how I refuse my pension in order to get rid of the torture of waiting for it until the day I died.?At first Colonel
Gerineldo Mrquez would visit him at dusk and they would both sit in the street door and talk about the past. But
Amaranta could not bear the memories that that man, whose baldness had plunged him into the abyss of
premature old age, aroused in her, and she would torment him with snide remarks until he did not come back
except on special occasions and he finally disappeared, extinguished by paralysis. Taciturn, silent, insensible to
the new breath of vitality that was shaking the house, Colonel Aureliano Buendaa could understand only that the
“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