百年孤独这本书怎么样 世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第20章Part8-End

世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第20章Part8-End  

Aureliano
had never been more lucid in any act of his life as when he fot about his dead ones and the pain of his dead ones and nailed up the doors and windows again with Fernanda’s crossed boards so as not to be disturbed by any temptations of the world
for he knew then that his fate was written in Melquíades?parchments. He found them intact among the prehistoric plants and steaming puddles and luminous insects that had removed all trace of man’s passage on earth from the room
and he did not have the calmness to bring them out into the light
but right there
standing
without the slightest difficulty
as if they had been written in Spanish and were being read under the dazzling splendor of high noon
he began to decipher them aloud. It was the history of the family
written by Melquíades
down to the most trivial details
one hundred years ahead of time. He had written it in Sanskrit
which was his mother tongue
and he had encoded the even lines in the private cipher of the Emperor Augustus and the odd ones in a Lacedemonian military code. The final protection
which Aureliano had begun to glimpse when he let himself be confused by the love of Amaranta ?rsula
was based on the fact that Melquíades had not put events in the order of man’s conventional time
but had concentrated a century of daily episodes in such a way that they coexisted in one instant. Fascinated by the discovery
Aureliano
read aloud without skipping the chanted encyclicals that Melquíades himself had made Arcadio listen to and that were in reality the prediction of his execution
and he found the announcement of the birth of the most beautiful woman in the world who was rising up to heaven in body and soul
and he found the origin of the posthumous ins who gave up deciphering the parchments
not simply through incapacity and lack of drive
but also because their attempts were premature. At that point
impatient to know his own origin
Aureliano skipped ahead. Then the wind began
warm
incipient
full of voices from the past
the murmurs of ancient geraniums
sighs of disenchantment that preceded the most tenacious nostalgia.
He did not notice it because at that moment he was discovering the first indications of his own being in a lascivious grandfather who let himself be frivolously dragged along across a hallucinated plateau in search of a beautiful woman who would not make him happy. Aureliano recognized him
he pursued the hidden paths of his descent
and he found the instant of his own conception among the scorpions and the yellow butterflies in a sunset bathroom where a mechanic satisfied his lust on a woman who was giving herself out of rebellion. He was so absorbed that he did not feel the second surge of wind either as its cyclonic strength tore the doors and windows off their hinges
pulled off the roof of the east wing
and uprooted the foundations. Only then did he discover that Amaranta ?rsula was not his sister but his aunt
and that Sir Francis Drake had attacked Riohacha only so that they could seek each other through the most intricate labyrinths of blood until they would engender the mythological animal that wasto bring the line to an end. Macondo was already a fearful whirlwind of dust and rubble being spun about by the wrath of the biblical hurricane when Aureliano skipped eleven pages so as not to lose time with facts he knew only too well
and he began to decipher the instant that he was living
deciphering it as he lived it
prophesying himself in the act of deciphering the last page of the parchments
as if he were looking into a speaking mirror. Then he skipped again to anticipate the predictions and ascertain the date and circumstances of his death. Before reaching the final line
however
he had already understood that he would never leave that room
for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments
and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more
because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude didnot have a second opportunity on earth.