百年孤独这本书怎么样 世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第9章Part 7

世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第9章Part 7  

The regular army had to protect the house. He arrived amid insults
spat upon
accused of having accelerated the war in order to sell it for a better price. He was trembling with fever and cold and his armpits were studded with sores again. Six months before
when she had heard talk about the armistice
úrsula had opened up and swept out the bridal chamber and had burned myrrh in the corners
thinking that he would e back ready to grow old slowly among Remedios' musty dolls. But actually
during the last o years he had paid his final dues to life
including growing old. When he passed by the silver shop
which úrsula had prepared with special diligence
he did not even notice that the keys were in the lock. He did not notice the minute
tearing destruction that time had wreaked on the house and that
after such a prolonged absence
would have looked like a disaster to any man who had kept his memories alive. He was not pained by the peeling of the whitewash on the walls or the dirty
cottony cobwebs inthe corners or the dust on the begonias or the veins left on the beams by the termites or the moss on the hinges or any of the insidious traps that nostalgia offered him. He sat down on the porch
wrapped in his blanket and with his boots still on
as if only waiting for it to clear
and he spent the whole afternoon watching it rain on the begonias. úrsula understood then that they would not have him home for long. "If it's not the war
" she thought
"it can only be death." It was a supposition that was so neat
so convincing that she identified it as a premonition.
That night
at dinner
the supposed Aureli-ano Segun-do broke his bread with his right hand and drank his soup with his left. His in brother
the supposed José Arcadio Segundo
broke his bread with his left hand and drank his soup with his right. So precise was their coordination that they did not look like o brothers sitting opposite each other but like a trick with mirrors. The spectacle that the ins had invented when they became aware that they were equal was repeated in honor of the new arrival. But Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía did not notice it. He seemed so alien to everything that he did not even notice Remedios the Beauty as she passed by naked on her way to her bedroom. úrsula was the only one who dared disturb his
abstraction.
"If you have to go away again
" she said halfway through dinner
"at least try to remember how we were tonight."
Then Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía realized
without surprise
that úrsula was the only human being who had succeeded in perating his misery
and for the first time in many years he looked her in the face. Her skin was leathery
her teeth decayed
her hair faded and colorless
and her look frightened. He pared her with the oldest memory that he had of her
the afternoon when he had the premonition that a pot of boiling soup was going to fall off the table
and he found her broken to pieces. In an instant he discovered the scratches
the welts
the sores
the ulcers
and the scan that had been left on her by more than half a century of daily life
and he saw that those damages did not even arouse a feeling of pity in him. Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away and he could not find it. On another occasion
he felt at least a confused sense of shame when he found the smell of úrsula on his own skin
and more than once he felt her thoughts interfering with his. But all of that had been wiped out by the war. Even Remedios
his wife
at that moment was a hazy image of someone who might have been his daughter. The countless women he had known on the desert of love and who had spread his seed all along the coast had left no trace in his feelings. Most of them had e into his room in the dark and had left before dawn
and on the following day they were nothing but a touch of fatigue in his bodily memory. The only affection that prevailed against time and the war was that which he had felt for his brother José Arcadio when they both were children
and it was not based on love but on plicity.
"I'm sorry
" he excused himself from úrsula's request. "It's just that the war has done away with everything."