百年孤独(英文版)-第39部分

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ther’s　womb；　was　safe　from　any　contagion。　It　never　entered　her　head　that　they　would　elect　her　beauty　queen　of　the　carnival　pandemonium。　But　Aureliano；　Segundo；　excited　at　the　caprice　of　disguising　himself　as　a　tiger；　brought　Father　Antonio　Isabel　to　the　house　in　order　to　convince　？rsula　that　the　carnival　was　not　a　pagan　feast；　as　she　said；　but　a　Catholic　tradition。　Finally　convinced；　even　though　reluctantly；　she　consented　to　the　coronation。
　　　The　news　that　Remedios　Buendía　was　going　to　be　the　sovereign　ruler　of　the　festival　went　beyond　the　limits　of　the　swamp　in　a　few　hours；　reached　distant　places　where　the　prestige　of　her　beauty　was　not　known；　and　it　aroused　the　anxiety　of　those　who　still　thought　of　her　last　name　as　a　symbol　of　subversion。　The　anxiety　was　baseless。　If　anyone　had　bee　harmless　at　that　time　it　was　the　aging　and　disillusioned　Colonel　Aureliano　Buendía；　who　was　slowly　losing　all　contact　with　the　reality　of　the　nation。　Enclosed　in　his　workshop；　his　only　relationship　with　the　rest　of　the　world　was　his　business　in　little　gold　fishes。　One　of　the　soldiers　who　had　guarded　his　house　during　the　first　days　of　peace　would　go　sell　them　in　the　villages　of　the　swamp　and　return　loaded　down　with　coins　and　news。　That　the　Conservative　government；　he　would　say；　with　the　backing　of　the　Liberals；　was　reforming　the　calendar　so　that　every　president　could　remain　in　power　for　a　hundred　years。　That　the　concordat　with　the　Holy　See　had　finally　been　signed　and　a　cardinal　had　e　from　Rome　with　a　crown　of　diamonds　and　a　throne　of　solid　gold；　and　that　the　Liberal　ministers　had　had　their　pictures　taken　on　their　knees　in　the　act　of　kissing　his　ring。　That　the　leading　lady　of　a　Spanish　pany　passing　through　the　capital　had　been　kidnapped　by　a　band　of　masked　highwaymen　and　on　the　following　Sunday　she　had　danced　in　the　nude　at　the　summer　house　of　the　president　of　the　republic。　“Don’t　talk　to　me　about　politics；？the　colonel　would　tell　him。　“Our　business　is　selling　little　fishes。？The　rumor　that　he　did　not　want　to　hear　anything　about　the　situation　in　the　country　because　he　was　growing　rich　in　his　workshop　made　？rsula　laugh　when　it　reached　her　ears。　With　her　terrible　practical　sense　she　could　not　understand　the　colonel’s　business　as　he　exchanged　little　fishes　for　gold　coins　and　then　converted　the　coins　into　little　fishes；　and　so　on；　with　the　result　that　he　had　to　work　all　the　harder　with　the　more　he　sold　in　order　to　satisfy　an　exasperating　vicious　circle。　Actually；　what　interested　him　was　not　the　business　but　the　work。　He　needed　so　much　concentration　to　link　scales；　fit　minute　rubies　into　the　eyes；　laminate　gills；　and　put　on　fins　that　there　was　not　the　smallest　empty　moment　left　for　him　to　fill　with　his　disillusionment　of　the　war。　So　absorbing　was　the　attention　required　by　the　delicacy　of　his　artistry　that　in　a　short　time　he　had　aged　more　than　during　all　the　years　of　the　war；　and　his　position　had　twisted　his　spine　and　the　close　work　had　used　up　his　eyesight；　but　the　implacable　concentration　awarded　him　with　a　peace　of　the　spirit。　The　last　time　he　was　seen　to　take　an　interest　in　some　matter　related　to　the　war　was　when　a　group　of　veterans　from　both　parties　sought　his　support　for　the　approval　of　lifetime　pensions；　which　had　always　been　promised　and　were　always　about　to　be　put　into　effect。　“Forget　about　it；？he　told　them。　“You　can　see　how　I　refuse　my　pension　in　order　to　get　rid　of　the　torture　of　waiting　for　it　until　the　day　I　died。？At　first　Colonel　Gerineldo　Márquez　would　visit　him　at　dusk　and　they　would　both　sit　in　the　street　door　and　talk　about　the　past。　But　Amaranta　could　not　bear　the　memories　that　that　man；　whose　baldness　had　plunged　him　into　the　abyss　of　premature　old　age；　aroused　in　her；　and　she　would　torment　him　with　snide　remarks　until　he　did　not　e　back　except　on　special　occasions　and　he　finally　disappeared；　extinguished　by　paralysis。　Taciturn；　silent；　insensible　to　the　new　breath　of　vitality　that　was　shaking　the　house；　Colonel　Aureliano　Buendía　could　understand　only　that　the　secret　of　a　good　old　age　is　simply　an　honorable　pact　with　solitude。　He　would　get　up　at　five　in　the　morning　after　a　light　sleep；　have　his　eternal　mug　of　bitter　coffee　in　the　kitchen；　shut　himself　up　all　day　in　the　workshop；　and　at　four　in　the　afternoon　he　would　go　along　the　porch　dragging　a　stool；　not　even　noticing　the　fire　of　the　rose　bushes　or　the　brightness　of　the　hour　or　the　persistence　of　Amaranta；　whose　melancholy　made　the　noise　of　a　boiling　pot；　which　was　perfectly　perceptible　at　dusk；　and　he　would　sit　in　the　street　door　as　long　as　the　mosquitoes　would　allow　him　to。　Someone　dared　to　disturb　his　solitude　once。
　　　“How　are　you；　Colonel？？he　asked　in　passing。
　　　“Right　here；？he　answered。　“Waiting　for　my　funeral　procession　to　pass。？
　　　So　that　the　anxiety　caused　by　the　public　reappearance　of　his　family　name；　having　to　do　with　the　coronation　of　Remedios　the　Beauty；　was　baseless。　Many　people　did　not　think　that　way；　however。　Innocent　of　the　tragedy　that　threatened　it；　the　town　poured　into　the　main　square　in　a　noisy　explosion　of　merriment。　The　carnival　had　reached　its　highest　level　of　madness　and　Aureliano　Segundo　had　satisfied　at　last　his　dream　of　dressing　up　like　a　tiger　and　was　walking　along　the　wild　throng；　hoarse　from　so　much　roaring；　when　on　the　swamp　road　a　parade　of　several　people　appeared　carrying　in　a　gilded　litter　the　most　fascinating　woman　that　imagination　could　conceive。　For　a　moment　the　inhabitants　of　Macondo　took　off　their　masks　in　order　to　get　a　better　look　at　the　dazzling　creature　with　a　crown　of　emeralds　and　an　ermine　cape；　who　seemed　invested　with　legitimate　authority；　and　was　not　merely　a　sovereign　of　bangles　and　crepe　paper。　There　were　many　people　who　had　sufficient　insight　to　suspect　that　it　was　a　question　of　provocation。　But　Aureliano　Segundo　immediately　conquered　his　perplexity　and　declared　the　new　arrivals　to　be　guests　of　honor；　and　with　the　wisdom　of　Solomon　he　seated　Remedios　the　Beauty　and　the　intruding　queen　on　the　same　dais。　Until　midnight　the　strangers；　disguised　as　bedouins；　took　part　in　the　delirium　and　even　enriched　it　with　sumptuous　fireworks　and　acrobatic　skills　that　made　one　think　of　the　art　of　the　gypsies。　Suddenly；　during　the　paroxysm　of　the　celebration；　someone　broke　the　delicate　balance。
　　　“Long　live　the　Liberal　party！？he　shouted。　“Long　live　Colonel　Aureliano　Buendía！？
　　　The　rifle　shots　drowned　out　the　splendor　of　the　fireworks　and　the　cries　of　terror　drowned　out　the　music　and　joy　turned　into　panic。　Many　years　later　there　were　those　who　still　insisted　that　the　royal　guard　of　the　intruding　queen　was　a　squad　of　regular　army　soldiers　who　were　concealing　government…issue　rifles　under　their　rich　Moorish　robes。　The　government　denied　the　charge　in　a　special　proclamation　and　promised　a　plete　investigation　of　the　bloody　episode。　But　the　truth　never　came　to　light；　and　the　version　always　prevailed　that　the　royal　guard；　without　provocation　of　any　kind；　took　up　bat　positions　upon　a　signal　from　their　mander　and　opened　fire　without　pity　on　the　crowd。　When　calm　was　restored；　not　one　of　the　false　bedouins　remained　in　town　and　there　were　many　dead　and　wounded　lying　on　the　square：　nine　clowns；　four　Columbines；　seventeen　playing…card　kings；　one　devil；　three　minstrels；　two　peers　of　France；　and　three　Japanese　empresses。　In　the　confusion　of　the　panic　Jos？Arcadio　Segundo　managed　to　rescue　Remedios　the　Beauty　and　Aureliano　Segundo　carried　the　intruding　queen　to　the　house　in　his　arms；　her　dress　torn　and　the　ermine　cape　stained　with　blood。　Her　name　was　Fernanda　del　Carpio。　She　had　been　chosen　as　the　most　beautiful　of　the　five　thousand　most　beautiful　women　in　the　land　and　they　had　brought　her　to　Macondo　with　the　promise　of　naming　her　Queen　of　Madagascar。　？rsula　took　care　of　her　as　if　she　were　her　own　daughter。　The　town；　instead　of　doubting　her　innocence；　pitied　her　candor。　Six　months　after　the　massacre；　when　the　wounded　had　recovered　and　the　last　flowers　on　the　mass　grave　had　withered；　Aureliano　Segundo　went　to　fetch　her　from　the　distant　city　where　she　lived　with　her　father　and　he　married　her　in　Macondo　with　a　noisy　celebration　that　lasted　twenty　days。

Chapter　11
THE　MARRIAGE　was　on　the　point　of　breaking　up　after　two　months　because　Aureliano　Segundo；　in　an　attempt　to　placate　Petra　Cotes；　had　a　picture　taken　of　her　dressed　as　the　Queen　of　Madagascar。　When　Fernanda　found　out　about　it　she　repacked　her　bridal　trunks　and　left　Macondo　without　saying　good…bye。　Aureliano　Segundo　caught　up　with　her　on　the　swamp　road。　After　much　pleading　and　promises　of　reform　he　succeeded　in　getting　her　to　e　home　and　he　abandoned　his　concubine。
　　　Petra　Cotes；　aware　of　her　strength；　showed　no　signs　of　worry。　She　had　made　a　man　of　him。　While　he　was　still　a　child　she　had　drawn　him　out　of　Melquíades？room；　his　head　full　of　fantastic　ideas　and　lacking　any　contact　with　reality；　and　she　had　given　him　a　place　in　the　world。　Nature　had　made　him　reserved　and　withdrawn。　with　tendencies　toward　solitary　meditation；　and　she　had　molded　an　opposite　character　in　him；　one　that　was　vital；　expansive；　open；　and　she　had　injected　him　with　a　joy　for　living　and　a　pleasure　in　spending　and　celebrating　until　she　had　converted　him　inside　and　out；　into　the　man　she　had　dreamed　of　for　herself　ever　since　adolescence。　Then　he　married；　as　all　sons　marry　sooner　or　later。　He　did　not　dare　tell　her　the　news。　He　assumed　an　attitude　that　was　quite　childish　under　the　circumstances；　feigning　anger　and　imaginary　resentment　so　that　Petra　Cotes　would　be　the　one　who　would　bring　about　the　break。　One　day；　when　Aureliano　Segundo　reproached　her　unjustly；　she　eluded　the　trap　and　put　things　in　their　proper　place。
　　　“What　it　all　means；？she　said；　“is　that　you　want　to　marry　the　queen。？
　　　Aureliano　Segundo；　ashamed；　pretended　an　attack　of　rage；　said　that　he　was　misunderstood　and　abused；　and　did　not　visit　her　again。　Petra　Cotes；　without　losing　her　poise　of　a　wild　beast　in　repose　for　a　single　instant；　heard　the　music　and　the　fireworks　from　the　wedding；　the　wild　bustle　of　the　celebration　as　if　all　of　it　were　nothing　but　some　new　piece　of　mischief　on　the　part　of　Aureliano　Segundo。　Those　who　pitied　her　fate　were　calmed　with　a　smile。　“Don’t　worry；？she　told　them。　“Queens　run　errands　for　me。？To　a　neighbor　woman　who　brought　her　a　set　of　ca