百年孤独这本书怎么样 世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第12章Part5

世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第12章Part5  

The rotten tiles broke with a noise of disaster and the man barely had time to let out a cry of terror as he cracked his skull and was killed outright on the cement floor. The foreigners who heard the noise in the dining room and hastened to remove the body noticed the suffocating odor of Remedios the Beauty on his skin. It was so deep in his body that the cracks in his skull did not give off blood but an amber-colored oil that was impregnated with that secret perfume
and then they understood that the smell of Remedios the Beauty kept on torturing men beyond death
right down to the dust of their bones. Nevertheless
they did not relate that horrible accident to the other o men who had died because of Remedios the Beauty. A victim was still needed before the outsiders and many of the old inhabitants of Macon-do would credit the legend that Remedios Buendía did not give off a breath of love but a fatal emanation. The occasion for the proof of it came some months later on one afternoon when Remedios the Beauty went with a group of girl friends to look at the new plantings. For the girls of Macon-do that novel game was reason for laughter and surprises
frights and jokes
and at night they would talk about their walk as if it had been an experience in a dream. Such was the prestige of that silence that úrsula did not have the heart to take the fun away from Remedios the Beauty
and she let her go one afternoon
providing that she wore a hat and a decent dress. As soon as the group of friends went into the plantings the air became impregnated with a fatal fragrance. The men who were working along the rows felt possessed by a strange fascination
menaced by some invisible danger
and many succumbed to a terrible desire to weep. Remedios the Beauty and her startled friends managed to take refuge in a nearby house just as they were about to be assaulted by a pack of ferocious males. A short time later they were rescued by the flour Aureli-anos
whose crosses of ash inspired a sacred respect
as if they were caste marks
stamps of invulnerability. Remedios the Beauty did not tell anyone that one of the men
taking advantage of the tumult
had managed to attack her stomach with a hand that was more like the claw of an eagle clinging to the edge of a precipice. She faced the attacker in a kind of instantaneous flash and saw the disconsolate eyes
which remained stamped on her heart like the hot coals of pity. That night the man boasted of his audacity and swaggered over his good luck on the Street of the Turks a few minutes before the kick of a horse crushed his chest and a crowd of outsiders saw him die in the middle of the street
drowned in his own bloody vomiting.
The supposition that Remedios the Beauty Possessed powers of death was then borne out by four irrefutable events. Although some men who were easy with their words said that it was worth sacrificing one's life for a night of love with such an arousing woman
the truth was that no one made any effort to do so. Perhaps
not only to attain her but also to conjure away her dangers
all that was needed was a feeling as primitive and as simple as that of love
but that was the only thing that did not occur to anyone. úrsula did not worry about her any more. On another occasion
when she had not yet given up the idea of saving her for the world
she had tried to get her interested in basic domestic affairs. "Men demand much more than you think
" she would tell her enigmatically. "There's a lot of cooking
a lot of sweeping
a lot of suffering over little things beyond what you think." She was deceiving herself within
trying to train her for domestic happiness because she was convinced that once his passion was satisfied them would not be a man on the face of the earth capable of tolerating even for a day a negligence that was beyond all understanding. The birth of the latest José Arcadio and her unshakable will to bring him up to be Pope finally caused her to cease worrying about her great--granddaughter. She abandoned her to her fate
trusting that sooner or later a miracle would take place and that in this world of everything there would also be a man -with enough sloth to put up with her. For a long time already Amaranta had given up trying to make her into a useful woman. Since those fotten afternoons when her niece barely had enough interest to turn the crank on the sewing machine
she had reached the conclusion that she was simpleminded. "Were going to have to raffle you off
" she would tell her
perplexed at the fact that men's words would not perate her. Later on
when úrsula insisted that Remedios the Beauty go to mass with her face covered with a shawl
Amaranta thought that a mysterious recourse likethat would turn out to be so provoking that soon a man would e who would be intrigued enough to search out patiently for the weak point of her heart. But when she saw the stupid way in which she rejected a pretender who for many reasons was more desirable than a prince
she gave up all hope. Fernanda did not even make any attempt to understand her. When she saw Remedios the Beauty dressed as a queen at the bloody carnival she thought that she was an extraordinary creature. But when she saw her eating with her hands
incapable of giving an answer that was not a miracle of simplemindedness
the only thing that she lamented was the fact that the idiots in the family lived so long. In spite of the fact that Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía kept on believing and repeating that Remedios the Beauty was in reality the most lucid being that he had ever known and that she showed it at every moment with her startling ability to put things over on everyone
they let her go her own way. Remedios the Beauty stayed there wandering- through the desert of solitude
bearing no cross on her back
maturing in her dreams without nigares
her interminable baths
her unscheduled meals
her deep and prolonged silences that had no memory until one afternoon in March
when Fernanda wanted to fold her brabant sheets in the garden and asked the women in the house for help. She had just begun when Amaranta noticed that Remedios the Beauty was covered all over by an intense paleness.
"Don't you feel well?" she asked her.
Remedios the Beauty
who was clutching the sheet by the other end
gave a pitying smile.
"Quite the opposite
" she said
"I never felt better."