百年孤独这本书怎么样 世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第12章Part3

世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第12章Part3  

Remedios the Beauty was the only one who was immune to the banana plague. She was becalmed in a magnificent adolescence
more and more imperable to formality
more and more indifferent to malice and suspicion
happy in her own world of simple realities. She did not understand why women plicated their lives with corsets and petticoats
so she sewed herself a coarse cassock that she simply put over her and without further difficulties resolved the problem of dress
without taking away the feeling of being naked
which according to her lights was the only decent way to be when at home. They bothered her so much to cut the rain of hair that already reached to her thighs and to make rolls with bs and braids with red ribbons that she simply shaved her head and used the hair to make wigs for the saints. The startling thing about her simplifying instinct was that the more she did away with fashion in a search for fort and the more she passed over conventions as she obeyed spontaneity
the more disturbingher incredible beauty became and the more provocative she became to men. When the sons of Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía were in Macon-do for the first time
úrsula remembered that in their veins they bore the same blood as her great-granddaughter and she shuddered with a fotten fright. "Keep your eyes wide open
" she warned her. "With any of them your children will e out with the tail of a pig." The girl paid such little attention to the warning that she dressed up as a man and rolled around in the sand in order to climb the greased pole
and she was at the point of bringing on a tragedy among the seventeen cousins
who were driven mad by the unbearable spectacle. That was why none of them slept at the house when they visited the town and the four who had stayed lived in rented rooms at úrsula's insistence. Remedios the Beauty
however
would have died laughing if she had known about that precaution. Until her last moment on earth she was unaware that her irreparable fate as a disturbing woman was a daily disaster. Every time she appeared in the dining room
against úrsula's orders
she caused a panic of exasperation among the outsiders. It was all too evident that she was pletely naked underneath her crude nightshirt and no one could understand that her shaved and perfect skull was not some kind of challenge
and that the boldness with which she uncovered her thighs to cool off was not a criminal provocation
nor was her pleasure when she sucked her fingers after. eating. What no member of the family ever knew was that the strangers did not take long to realize that Remedios the Beauty gave off a breath of perturbation
a tormenting breeze that was still perceptible several hours after she had passed by. Men expert in the disturbances of love
experienced all over the world
stated that they had never suffered an anxiety similar to the one produced by the natural smell of Remedios the Beauty. On the porch with the begonias
in the parlor
in any place in the house
it was possible to point out the exactplace where she had been and the time that had passed since she had left it. It was a definite
unmistakable trace that no one in the family could distinguish because it had been incorporated into the daily odors for a long time
but it was one that the outsiders identified immediately. They were the only ones
therefore
who understood how the young mander of the guard had died of love and how a gentleman from a faraway land had been plunged into desperation. Unaware of the restless circle in which she moved
of the unbearable state of intimate calamity that she provoked as she passed by
Remedios the Beauty treated the men without the least bit of malice and in the end upset them with her innocent plaisance. When úrsula succeeded in imposing the mand that she eat with Amaranta in the kitchen so that the outsiders would not see her
she felt more fortable
because
after all
she was beyond all discipline. In reality
it made no difference to her where she ate
and not at regular hours but according to the whims of her appetite. Sometimes she would get up to have lunch at three in the morning
sleep all day long
and she spent several months with her timetable all in disarray until some casual incident would bring her back into the order of things. When things were going better she would get up at eleven o'clock in the morning and shut herself up until o o'clock
pletely nude
in the bathroom
killing scorpions as she came out of her dense and prolonged sleep. Then she would throw water from the cistern over herself with a gourd. It was an act so prolonged
so meticulous
so rich in ceremonial aspects that one who did not know her well would have thought that she was given over to the deserved adoration of her own body. For her
however
that solitary rite lacked all sensuality and was simply a way of passing the time until she was hungry. One day
as she began to bathe herself
a stranger lifted a tile from the roof and was breathless at the tremendous spectacle of her nudity. She saw his desolate eyes through the broken tiles and had no reaction of shame but rather one of alarm.
"Be careful
" she exclaimed. "You'll fall."
"I just wanted to see you
" the foreigner murmured.