百年孤独这本书怎么样 世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第9章Part 6

世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第9章Part 6  

"You won't see me
" Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía said. "Put on your shoes and help me get this shitty war over with."
When he said it he did not know that it was easier to start a war than to end one. It took him almost a year of fierce and bloody effort to force the government to propose conditions of peace favorable to the rebels and another year to convince his own partisans of the convenience of accepting them. He went to inconceivable extremes of cruelty to put down the rebellion of his own officers
who resisted and called for victory
and he finally relied on enemy forces to make them submit.
He was never a greater soldier than at that time. The certainty that he was finally fighting for his own liberation and not for abstract ideals
for slogans that politicians could ist left and right according to the circumstances
filled him with an ardent enthusiasm. Colonel Geri-neldo Márquez
who fought for defeat with as much conviction and loyalty as he had previously fought for victory
reproached him for his useless temerity. "Don't worry
" he would say
smiling. "Dying is much more difficult than one imagines." In his case it was true. The certainty that his day was assigned gave him a mysterious immunity
an immortality or a fixed period that made him invulnerable to the risks of war and in the end permitted him to win a defeat that was much more difficult
much more bloody and costly than victory.
In almost enty years of war
Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía had been at his house many times
but the state of urgency with which he always arrived
the military retinue that acpanied him everywhere
the aura of legend that glowed about his presence and of which even úrsula was aware
changed him into a stranger in the end. The last time that he was in Macondo and took a house for his three concubines
he was seen in his own house only on o or three occasions when he had the time to accept an invitation to dine. Remedios the Beauty and the ins
born during the middle of the war
scarcely knew him. Amaranta could not reconcile her image of the brother who had spent his adolescence making little gold fishes with that of the mythical warrior who had placed a distance of ten feet beeen himself and the rest of humanity. But when the approach of the armistice became known and they thought that he would return changed back into a human being
delivered at last for the hearts of his own people
the family feelings
dormant for such a long time
were reborn stronger than ever.
"We'll finally have a man in the house again
" úrsula said.
Amaranta was the first to suspect that they had lost him forever. One week before the armistice
when he entered the house without an escort
preceded by o barefoot orderlies who deposited on the porch the saddle from the mule and the trunk of poetry
all that was left of his former imperial baggage
she saw him pass by the sewing room and she called to him. Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía had trouble recognizing her.
"It's Amaranta
" she said good-humoredly
happy at his return
and she showed him the hand with the black bandage. "Look."
Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía smiled at her the same way as when he had first seen her with the bandage on that remote morning when he had e back to Macon-do condemned to death.
"How awful
" he said
"the way time passes!"