百年孤独这本书怎么样 世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第17章Part3

世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第17章Part3  

She had confused him with her son again
because the hot wind that came after the deluge and had brought occasional waves of lucidity to ?rsula’s brain had passed. She never got her reason back. When she went into the bedroom she found Petronila Iguarán there with the bothersome crinolines and the beaded jacket that she put on for formal visits
and she found Tranquilina Maria Miniata Alacoque Buendía
her grandmother
fanning herself with a peacock feather in her invalid’s rocking chair
and her great-grandfather Aureliano Arcadio Buendía
with his imitation dolman of the viceregal guard
and Aureliano Iguarán
her father
who had invented a prayer to make the worms shrivel up and drop off cows
and her timid mother
and her cousin with the Pig’s tail
and Jos?Arcadio Buendía
and her dead sons
all sitting in chairs lined up against the wall as if it were a wake and not a visit. She was tying a colorful string of chatter together
menting on things from many separate places and many different times
so that when Amaranta ?rsula returned from school and Aureliano grew tired of the encyclopedia
they would find her sitting on her bed
talking to herself and lost in a labyrinth of dead people. “Fire!?she shouted once in terror and for an instant panic spread through the house
but what she was telling about was the burning of a barn that she had witnessed when she was four years old. She finally mixed up the past with the present in such a way that in the o or three waves of lucidity that she had before she died
no one knew for certain whether she was speaking about what she felt or what she remembered. Little by little she was shrinking
turning into a fetus
being mummified in life to the point that in her last months she was a cherry raisin lost inside of her nightgown
and the arm that she always kept raised looked like the paw of a marimonda monkey. She was motionless for several days
and Santa Sofía de la Piedad had to shake her to convince herself that she was alive and sat her on her lap to feed her a few spoonfuls of sugar water. She looked like a newborn old woman. Amaranta ?rsula and Aureliano would take her in and out of the bedroom
they would lay her on the altar to see if she was any larger than the Christ child
and one afternoon they hid her in a closet in the Pantry where the rats could have eaten her. One Palm Sunday they went into the bedroom while Fernanda was in church and carried ?rsula out by the neck and ankles.
“Poor great-great-grandmother
?Amaranta ?rsula said. “She died of old age.?
?rsula was startled.
“I’m alive!?she said.
“You can see.?Amaranta ?rsula said
suppressing her laughter
“that she’s not even breathing.?
“I’m talking!??rsula shouted.
“She can’t even talk
?Aureliano said. “She died like a little cricket.?