百年孤独是什么文学的代表作 世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第6章Part 2

世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第6章Part 2  

Before Arcadio had time to read she let go with the first blow of the lash. "I dare you to
murderer!" she shouted. "And kill me too
son of an evil mother. That way I won't have the eyes to weep for the shame of having raised a monster." Whipping him without mercy
she chased him to the back of the courtyard
where Arcadio curled up like a snail in its shell. Don Apolinar Moscote was unconscious
tied to the post where previously they had had the scarecrow that had been cut to pieces by shots fired in fun. The boys in the squad scattered
fearful that úrsula would go after them too. But she did not even look at them. She left Arcadio with his uniform torn
roaring with pain and rage
and she untied Don Apolinar Moscote and took him home. Before leaving the headquarters she released the prisoners from the stocks.
From that time on she was the one who ruled in the town. She reestablished Sunday masses
suspended the use of red armbands
and abrogated the harebrained decrees. But in spite of her strength
she still wept over her unfortunate fate. She felt so much alone that she sought the useless pany of her husband
who had been fotten under the chestnut tree. "Look what we've e to
" she would tell him as the June rains threatened to knock the shelter down. "Look at the empty house
our children scattered all over the world
and the o of us alone again
the same as in the beginning." José Arcadio Buendía
sunk in an abyss of unawareness
was deaf to her lamentations. At the beginning of his madness he would announce his daily needs with urgent Latin phrases. In fleeting clear spells of lucidity
when Amaranta would bring him his meals he would tell her what bothered him most and would accept her sucking glasses and mustard plasters in a docile way. But at the time when úrsula went to lament by his side hehad lost all contact with reality. She would bathe him bit by bit as he sat on his stool while she gave him news of the family. "Aureliano went to war more than four months ago and we haven't heard anything about him
" she would say
scrubbing his back with a soaped brush. "José Arcadio came back a big man
taller than you
and all covered with needle-work
but he only brought shame to our house." She thought she noticed
however
that her husband would grow sad with the bad news. Then she decided to lie to him. 'Rou won't believe what I'm going to tell you
" she said as she threw ashes over his excrement in order to pick it up with the shovel. "God willed that José Arcadio and Rebeca should get married
and now they're very happy." She got to be so sincere in the deception that she ended up by consoling herself with her own lies. "Arcadio is a serious man now
" she said
"and very brave
and a fine-looking young man with his uniform and saber." It was like speaking to a dead man
for José Arcadio Buendíawas already beyond the reach of any worry. But she insisted. He seemed so peaceful
so indifferent to everything that she decided to release him. He did not even move from his stool. He stayed there
exposed to the sun and the rain
as if the thongs were unnecessary
for a dominion superior to any visible bond kept him tied to the trunk of the chestnut tree. Toward August
when winter began to last forever
úrsula was finally able to give him a piece of news that sounded like the truth.
"Would you believe it that good luck is still pouring down on us?" she told him. "Amaranta and the pianola Italian are going to get married."