百年孤独这本书怎么样 世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第18章Part5

世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第18章Part5  

“Go to your room
?Jos?Arcadio said.
Aureliano went and did not e out again even from curiosity when he heard the sound of the solitary funeral ceremonies. Sometimes
from the kitchen
he would see Jos?Arcadio strolling through the house
smothered by his anxious breathing
and he continued hearing his steps in the ruined bedrooms after midnight. He did not hear his voice for many months
not only because Jos?Arcadio never addressed him
but also because he had no desire for it to happen or time to think about anything else but the parchments. On Fernanda’s death he had taken out the next-to-the-last little fish and gone to the wise Catalonian’s bookstore in search of the books he needed. Nothing he saw along the way interested him
perhaps because he lacked any memories for parison and the deserted streets and desolate houses were the same as he had imagined them at a time when he would have given his soul to know them. He had given himself the permission denied by Fernanda and only once and for the minimum time necessary
so without pausing he went along the eleven blocks that separated the house from the narrow street where dreams had been interpreted in other days and he went panting into the confused and gloomy place where there was barely room to move. More than a bookstore
it looked like a dump for used books
which were placed in disorder on the shelves chewed by termites
in the corners sticky with cobwebs
and even in the spaces that were supposed to serve as passageways. On a long table
also heaped with old books and papers
the proprietor was writing tireless prose in purple letters
somewhat outlandish
and on the loose pages of a school notebook. He had a handsome head of silver hair which fell down over his forehead like the plume of a cockatoo
and his blue eyes
lively and close-set
revealed the gentleness of a man who had read all of the books. He was wearing short pants and soaking in perspiration
and he did not stop his writing to see who had e in. Aureliano had no difficulty in rescuing the five books that he was looking for from that fabulous disorder
because they were exactly where Melquíades had told him they would be. Without saying a word he handed them
along with the little gold fish
to the wise Catalonian and the latter examined them
his eyelids contracting like o clams. “You must be mad
?he said in his own language
shrugging his shoulders
and he handed back to Aureliano the five books and the little fish.
“You can have them?he said in Spanish. “The last man who read these books must have been Isaac the Blindman
so consider well what you’re doing.?