百年孤独这本书怎么样 世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第12章Part8

世纪文学经典:《百年孤独》第12章Part8  

"He's very sad
" úrsula answered
"because he thinks that you're going to die."
"Tell him
" the colonel said
smiling
"that a person doesn't die when he should but when he can."
The omen of the
dead father stirred up the last remnant of pride that was left in his heart
but he confused it with a sudden gust of strength. It was for that reason that he hounded úrsula to tell him where in the courtyard the gold coins that they had found inside the plaster Saint Joseph were buried. "You'll never know
" she told him with a firmness inspired by an old lesson. "One day
" she added
"the owner of that fortune will appear and only he can dig it up." No one knew why a man who had always been so generous had begun to covet money with such anxiety
and not the modest amounts that would have been enough to resolve an emergency
but a fortune of such mad size that the mere mention of it left Aureli-ano Segun-do awash in amazement. His old fellow party members
to whom he went asking for help
hid so as not to receive him. It was around that time that he was heard to say. "The only difference today beeen Liberals and Conservatives is that the Liberals go to mass at five o'clock and the Conservatives at eight." Nevertheless he insisted with such perseverance
begged in such a way
broke his code of dignity to such a degree
that with a little help from here and a little more from there
sneaking about everywhere
with a slippery diligence and a pitiless perseverance
he managed to put together in eight months more money than úrsula had buried. Then he visited the ailing Colonel Geri-neldo Márquez so that he would help him start the total war.
At a certain time Colonel Geri-neldo Márquez was really the only one who could have pulled
even from his paralytics chair
the musty strings of rebellion. After the armistice of Neerlandia
while Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía took refuge with his little gold fishes
he kept in touch with the rebel officers who had been faithful to him until the defeat. With them he waged the sad war of daily humiliation
of entreaties and petitions
of e-back-tomorrow
of any-time-now
of we're-studying--your-case-with-the-proper-attention; the war hopelessly lost against the many yours-most-trulys who should have signed and would never sign the lifetime pensions. The other war
the bloody one of enty years
did not cause them as much damage as the corrosive war of eternal postponements. Even Colonel Geri-neldo Márquez
who escaped three attempts on his life
survived five wounds
and emerged unscathed from innumerable battles
succumbed to that atrocious siege of waiting and sank into the miserable defeat of old age
thinking of Amaranta among the diamond-shaped patches of light in a borrowed house. The last veterans of whom he had word had appeared photographed in a newspaper with their faces shamelessly raised beside an anonymous president of the republic who gave them buttons with his likeness on them to wear in their lapels and returned to them a flag soiled with blood and gunpowder so that they could place it on their coffins. The others
more honorable. were still waiting for a letter in the shadow of public charity
dying of hunger
living through rage
ratting of old age amid the exquisite shit of glory. So that when Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía invited him to start a mortal conflagration that would wipe out all vestiges of a regime of corruption and scandal backed by the foreign invader
Colonel Geri-neldo Márquez could not hold back a shudder of passion.
"Oh
Aureli-ano
" he sighed. "I already knew that you were old
but now I realize that you're a lot older than you look."