百年孤独这本书怎么样 世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第13章Part8

世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第13章Part8  

Amaranta was weaving her shroud. Fernanda did not understand why she would write occasional letters to Meme and even send her gifts and on the other hand did not even want to hear about José Arcadio. "They'll die without knowing why
" Amaranta answered when she was asked through úrsula
and that answer planted an enigma in Fernanda's heart that she was never able to clarify. Tall
broad-shouldered
proud
always dressed in abundant petticoats with the lace and in air of distinction that resisted the years and bad memories
Amaranta seemed to carry the cross of ashes of virginity on her forehead. In reality she carried it on her hand in the black bandage
which she did not take off even to sleep and which she washed and ironed herself. Her life was spent in weaving her shroud. It might have been said that she wove during the day and unwove during the night
and not with any hope of defeating solitude in that way
but
quite the contrary
in order to nurture it.
The greatest worry that Fernanda had during her years of abandonment was that Meme would e to spend her first vacation and not find Aureli-ano Segun-do at home. His congestion had put an end to that fear. When Meme returned
her parents had made an agreement that not only would the girl think that Aureli-ano Segun-do was still a domesticated husband but also that she would not notice the sadness of the house. Every year for o months Aureli-ano Segun-do played his role of an exemplary husband and he anized parties with ice cream and cookies which the gay and lively school-girl enhanced with the clavichord. It was obvious from then on that she had inherited very little of her mother's character. She seemed more of a second version of Amaranta when the latter had not known bitterness and was arousing the house with her dance steps at the age of elve or fourteen before her secret passion for Pietro Crespi was to ist the direction of her heart in the end. But unlike Amaranta
unlike all of them
Meme still did not reveal the solitary fate of the family and she seemed entirely in conformity with the world
even when she would shut herself up in the parlor at o in the afternoon to practice the clavichord with an inflexible discipline. It was obvious that she liked the house
that she spent the whole year dreaming about the excitement of the young people her arrival brought around
and that she was not far removed from the festive vocation and hospitable excesses of her father. The first sign of that calamitous inheritance was revealed on her third vacation
when Meme appeared at the house with four nuns and sixty-eight classmates whom she had invited to spend a week with her family on her own Initiative and without any previous warning.
"How awful!" Fernanda lamented. "This child is as much of a barbarian as her father!"