百年孤独这本书怎么样 世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第4章Part 2

世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第4章Part 2  

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 úrsula 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 ment 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 acpanied 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 imperable 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 didit 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
overe 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 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 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 úrsula in the few moments that she was present during the visit. After o 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 Buendía
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 plicity unto death.
The sudden friendship beeen Amparo Moscote and Rebeca Buendía 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
Magnífico Visbal and Gerineldo Márquez-the sons of the founders of the same names-he would look for her in the sewing shop with an anxious glance
but he saw only the older sisters. The presence of Amparo Moscote in the house was like a premonition. "She has to e with her
" Aureliano would say to himself in a low voice. "She has to e." 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 andy 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. Melquíades 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
even music
reminded him of Remedios.
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 Melquíades 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 o in the afternoon
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
embroidering by the window. She knew that the mailman's mule arrived only every o 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 e 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 teethon snail shells. She vomited until dawn. She fell into a state of feverish prostration
lost consciousness
and her heart went into a shameless delirium. úrsula
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 úrsula was trying to rescue Rebeca from the slough of delirium
he went with Magnífico Visbal and Gerineldo Márquez 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. Magnífico 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 womensailing in a radiant glow
without weight or mass
saying words that did not e 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 times of fetfulness
and he recovered it on a strange dawn and in a room that was pletely foreign
where Pilar Ternera stood in her slip
barefoot
her hair down
holding a lamp over him
startled with disbelief.
"Aureliano!"