百年孤独这本书怎么样 世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第8章Part 6

世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第8章Part 6  

That night he was captured when he tried to escape from Macondo
after writing a long letter to Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía in which he reminded him of their mon aim to humanize the war and he wished him a final victory over the corruption of the militarists and the ambitions of the politicians in both parties. On the following day Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía had lunch with him in úrsula's house
where he was being held until a revolutionary court-martial decided his fate. It was a friendly gathering. But while the adversaries fot the war to remember things of the past
úrsula had the gloomy feeling that her son was an intruder. She had felt it ever since she saw him e in protected by a noisy military retinue
which turned the bedrooms inside out until they were convinced there was no danger. Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía not only accepted it but he gave strict orders that no one should e closer than ten feet
not even úrsula
while the members of his escort finished placing guards about the house. He was wearing an ordinary denim uniform with no insignia of any kind and high boots with spurs that were caked with mud and dried blood. On his waist he wore a holster with the flap open and his hand
which was always on the butt of the pistol
revealed the same watchful and resolute tension as his look. His head
with deep recessions in the hairline now
seemed to have been baked in a slow oven. His face
tanned by the salt of the Caribbean
had acquired a metallic hardness. He was preserved against imminent old age by a vitality that had something to do with the coldness of his insides. He was taller than when he had left
paler and bonier
and he showed the first symptoms of resistance to nostalgia. "Good Lord
" úrsula said to herself. "Now he looks like a man capable of anything." He was. The Aztec shawl that he brought Amaranta
the remembrances he spoke of at lunch
the funny stories her told were simple leftovers from his humor of a different time. As soon as the order to bury the dead in a mongrave was carried out
he assigned Colonel Roque Carnicero the minion of setting up courts--martial and he went ahead with the exhausting task of imposing radical reforms which would not leave a stone of the reestablished Conservative regime in place. "We have to get ahead of the politicians in the party
" he said to his aides. "When they open their eyes to reality they'll find acplished facts." It was then that he decided to review the titles to land that went back a hundred years and he discovered the legalized outrages of his brother
José Arcadio. He annulled the registrations with a stroke of the pen. As a last gesture of courtesy
he left his affairs for an hour and visited Rebeca to bring her up to date on what he was determined to do.
In the shadows of her house
the solitary widow who at one time had been the confidante of his repressed loves and whose persistence had saved his life was a specter out of the past. Encased in black down to her knuckles
with her heart turned to ash
she scarcely knew anything about the war. Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía had the impression that the phosphorescence of her bones was showing through her skin and that she moved in an atmosphere of Saint Elmo's fire
in a stagnant air where one could still note a hidden smell of gunpowder. He began by advising her to moderate the rigor of her mourning
to ventilate the house
to five the world for the death of José Arcadio. But Rebeca was already beyond any vanity. After searching for it uselessly in the taste of earth
in
the perfumed letters from Pietro Crespi
in the tempestuous bed of her husband
she had found peace in that house where memories materialized through the strength of implacable evocation and walked like human beings through the cloistered rooms
Leaning back in her wicker rocking chair
looking at Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía as if he were the one who looked like a ghost out of the past
Rebeca was not even upset by the news that the lands usurped by José Arcadio would be returned to their rightful owners.
"Whatever you decide will be done
Aureli-ano
" she sighed. "I always thought and now I have the proof that you're a renegade."
The revision of the deeds took place at the same time as the summary courts-martial presided over by Colonel Gerineldo Márquez
which ended with the execution of all officers of the regular army who had been taken prisoner by the revolutionaries. The last court-martial was that of José Raquel . úrsula intervened. '"His government was the best we've ever had in Macondo
" she told Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía. "I don't have to tell you anything about his good heart
about his affection for us
because you know better than anyone." Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía gave her a disapproving look.
"I can't take over the job of administering justice
" he replied. "If you have something to say
tell it to the court-martial."
úrsula not only did that she also brought all of the mothers of the revolutionary officers who lived in Macondo to testify. One by one the old women who had been founders of the town
several of whom had taken part in the daring crossing of the mountains
praised the virtues of General . úrsula was the last in line. Her gloomy dignity
the weight of her name
the convincing vehemence of her declaration made the scale of justice hesitate for a moment. "You have taken this horrible game very seriously and you have done well- because you are doing your duty
" she told the members of the court. "But don't fet that as long as God gives us life we will still be mothers and no matter how revolutionary you may be
we have the right to pull down your pants and give you a whipping at the first sign of disrespect." The court retired to deliberate as those words still echoed in the school that had been turned into a barracks. At midnight General José Raquel was sentenced to death. Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía
in s
pite of the violent recriminations of úrsula
refused to mute the sentence. A short while before dawn he visited the condemned man in the room used as a cell.
"Remember
old friend
" he told him. "I'm not shooting you. It's the revolution that's shooting you."
General did not even get up from the cot when he saw him e in.
"Go to hell
friend
" he answered.