百年孤独是什么文学的代表作 世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第18章Part9

世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第18章Part9  

He remained shut up
absorbed in the parchments
which he was slowly unraveling and whose meaning
nevertheless
he was unable to interpret. Jos?Arcadio would bring slices of ham to him in his room
sugared flowers which left a spring-like aftertaste in his mouth
and on o occasions a glass of fine wine. He was not interested in the parchments
which he thought of more as an esoteric pastime
but his attention was attracted by the rare wisdom and the inexplicable knowledge of the world that his desolate kinsman had. He discovered then that he could understand written English and that beeen parchments he had gone from the first page to the last of the six volumes of the encyclopedia as if it were a novel. At first he attributed to that the fact that Aureliano could speak about Rome as if he had lived there many years
but he soon became aware that he knew things that were not in the encyclopedia
such as the price of items. “Everything is known
?was the only reply he received from Aureliano when he askedhim where he had got that information from. Aureliano
for his part
was surprised that Jos?Arcadio when seen from close by was so different from the image that he had formed of him when he saw him wandering through the house. He was capable of laughing
of allowing himself from time to time a feeling of nostalgia for the past of the house
and of showing concern for the state of misery present in Melquíades?room. That drawing closer together of o solitary people of the same blood was far from friendship
but it did allow them both to bear up better under the unfathomable solitude that separated and united them at the same time. Jos?Arcadio could then turn to Aureliano to untangle certain domestic problems that exasperated him. Aureliano
in turn
could sit and read on the porch
waiting for the letters from Amaranta ?rsula
which still arrived with the usual punctuality
and could use the bathroom
from which Jos?Arcadio had banished him when he arrived.
One hot dawn they both woke up in alarm at an urgent knocking on the street door. It was a dark old man with large green eyes that gave his face a ghostly phosphorescence and with a cross of ashes on his forehead. His clothing in tatters
his shoes cracked
the old knapsack on his shoulder his only luggage
he looked like a beggar
but his bearing had a dignity that was in frank contradiction to his appearance. It was only necessary to look at him once
even in the shadows of the parlor
to realize that the secret strength that allowed him to live was not the instinct of self-preservation but the habit of fear. It was Aureliano Amador
the only survivor of Colonel Aureliano Buendía’s seventeen sons
searching for a respite in his long and hazardous existence as a fugitive. He identified himself
begged them to give him refuge in that house which during his nights as a pariah he had remembered as the last redoubt of safety left for him in life. But Jos?Arcadio and Aureliano did not remember him. Thinking that he was a tramp
they pushed him into the street. They both saw from the doorway the end of a drama that had began before Jos?Arcadio had reached the age of reason. Two policemen who had been chasing Aureliano Amador for years
who had tracked him like bloodhounds across half the world
came out from among the almond trees on the opposite sidewalk and took o shots with their Mausers which neatly perated the cross of ashes.
Ever since he had expelled the children from the house
Jos?Arcadio was really waiting for news of an ocean liner that would leave for Naples before Christmas. He had told Aureliano and had even made plans to set him up in a business that would bring him a living
because the baskets of food had stopped ing since Fernanda’s burial. But that last dream would not be fulfilled either. One September morning
after having coffee in the kitchen with Aureliano
Jos?Arcadio was finishing his daily bath when through the openings in the tiles the four children he had expelled from the house burst in. Without giving him time to defend himself
they jumped into the pool fully clothed
grabbed him by the hair
and held his head under the water until the bubbling of his death throes ceased on the surface and his silent and pale dolphin body dipped down to the bottom of the fragrant water. Then they took out the three sacks of gold from the hiding place which was known only to them and their victim. It was such a rapid
methodical
and brutal action that it was like a military operation. Aureliano
shut up in his room
was not aware of anything. That afternoon
having missed him in the kitchen
he looked for Jos?Arcadio all over the house and found him floating on the perfumed mirror of the pool
enormous and bloated and still thinking about Amaranta. Only then did he understand how much he had began to love him.