百年孤独是什么文学的代表作 世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第11章Part 7

世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第11章Part 7  

She remained motionless in the center of the room filled with knickknacks
examining inch by inch the giant with square shoulders and with a tattoo of ashes on his forehead
and through the haze of dust she saw him in the haze of other times with a double-barreled shotgun on his shoulder and a string of rabbits in his hand.
"For the love of God
" she said in a low voice
it's not right for them to e to me with that memory now."
"I want to rent the house
" Aureli-ano Triste said.
The woman then raised the pistol
aiming with a firm wrist at the cross of ashes
and she held the trigger with a determination against which there was no appeal.
"Get out
" she ordered.
That night at dinner Aureli-ano Triste told the family about the episode and úrsula wept with consternation. "Holy God!" she exclaimed
clutching her head with her hands. "She's still alive!" Time
wars
the countless everyday disasters had made her fet about Rebeca. The only one who had not lost for a single minute the awareness that she was alive and rotting in her wormhole was the implacable and aging Amaranta. She thought of her at dawn
when the ice of her heart awakened her in her solitary bed
and she thought of her when she soaped her withered breasts and her lean stomach
and when she put on the white stiff-starched petticoats and corsets of old age
and when she changed the black bandage of terrible expiation on her hand. -Always
at every moment
asleep and awake
during the most sublime and most abject moments
Amaranta thought about Rebeca
because solitude had made a selection in her memory and had burned the dimming piles of nostalgic waste that life had accumulated in her heart
and had purified
magnified and eternalized the others
the most bitter ones. Remedios the Beauty knew about Rebeca's existence from her. Every time they passed the run-down house she would tell her about an unpleasant incident
a tale of hate
trying in that way to make her extended rancor be shared by her niece and consequently prolonged beyond death
but her plan did not work because Remedios was immune to any kind of passionate feelings and much less to those of others. úrsula
on the other hand
who had suffered through a process opposite to Amaranta's
recalled Rebeca with a memory free of impurities
for the image of the pitiful child brought to the house with the bag containing her parents' bones prevailed over the offense that had made her unworthy to be connected to the family tree any longer. Aureli-ano Segun-do decided that they would have to bring her to the house and take care of her
but his good intentions were frustrated by the firm intransigence of Rebeca
who had needed many years of suffering and misery in order to attain the privileges of solitude and who was not disposed to renounce them in exchange for an old age disturbed by the false attractions of charity.