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ouched　him。　“Lordy！？she　said；　sincerely　startled；　and　that　was　all　she　could　say。　Jos？Arcadio　felt　his　bones　filling　up　with　foam；　a　languid　fear；　and　a　terrible　desire　to　weep。　The　woman　made　no　insinuations。　But　Jos？Arcadio　kept　looking　for　her　all　night　long；　for　the　smell　of　smoke　that　she　had　under　her　armpits　and　that　had　got　caught　under　his　skin。　He　wanted　to　be　with　her　all　the　time；　he　wanted　her　to　be　his　mother；　for　them　never　to　leave　the　granary；　and　for　her　to　say　“Lordy！？to　him。　One　day　he　could　not　stand　it　any　more　and。　he　went　looking　for　her　at　her　house：　He　made　a　formal　visit；　sitting　unprehendingly　in　the　living　room　without　saying　a　word。　At　that　moment　he　had　no　desire　for　her。　He　found　her　different；　entirely　foreign　to　the　image　that　her　smell　brought　on；　as　if　she　were　someone　else。　He　drank　his　coffee　and　left　the　house　in　depression。　That　night；　during　the　frightful　time　of　lying　awake；　he　desired　her　again　with　a　brutal　anxiety；　but　he　did　not　want　her　that　time　as　she　had　been　in　the　granary　but　as　she　had　been　that　afternoon。
　　　Days　later　the　woman　suddenly　called　him　to　her　house；　where　she　was　alone　with　her　mother；　and　she　had　him　e　into　the　bedroom　with　the　pretext　of　showing　him　a　deck　of　cards。　Then　she　touched　him　with　such　freedom　that　he　suffered　a　delusion　after　the　initial　shudder；　and　he　felt　more　fear　than　pleasure。　She　asked　him　to　e　and　see　her　that　night。　He　agreed。　in　order　to　get　away；　knowing　that　he　was　incapable　of　going。　But　that　night；　in　his　burning　bed；　he　understood　that　he　had　to　go　we　her；　even　if　he　were　not　capable。　He　got　dressed　by　feel；　listening　in　the　dark　to　his　brother’s　calm　breathing；　the　dry　cough　of　his　father　in　the　next　room；　the　asthma　of　the　hens　in　the　courtyard；　the　buzz　of　the　mosquitoes；　the　beating　of　his　heart；　and　the　inordinate　bustle　of　a　world　that　he　had　not　noticed　until　then；　and　he　went　out　into　the　sleeping　street。　With　all　his　heart　he　wanted　the　door　to　be　barred　and　not　just　closed　as　she　had　promised　him。　But　it　was　open。　He　pushed　it　with　the　tips　of　his　fingers　and　the　hinges　yielded　with　a　mournful　and　articulate　moan　that　left　a　frozen　echo　inside　of　him。　From　the　moment　he　entered；　sideways　and　trying　not　to　make　a　noise；　he　caught　the　smell。　He　was　still　in　the　hallway；　where　the　woman’s　three　brothers　had　their　hammocks　in　positions　that　he　could　not　see　and　that　he　could　not　determine　in　the　darkness　as　he　felt　his　way　along　the　hall　to　push　open　the　bedroom　door　and　get　his　bearings　there　so　as　not　to　mistake　the　bed。　He　found　it。　He　bumped　against　the　ropes　of　the　hammocks；　which　were　lower　than　he　had　suspected；　and　a　man　who　had　been　snoring　until　then　turned　in　his　sleep　and　said　in　a　kind　of　delusion；　“It　was　Wednesday。？When　he　pushed　open　the　bedroom　door；　he　could　not　prevent　it　from　scraping　against　the　uneven　floor。　Suddenly；　in　the　absolute　darkness；　he　understood　with　a　hopeless　nostalgia　that　he　was　pletely　disoriented。　Sleeping　in　the　narrow　room　were　the　mother；　another　daughter　with　her　husband　and　two　children；　and　the　woman；　who　may　not　have　been　there。　He　could　have　guided　himself　by　the　smell　if　the　smell　had　not　been　all　over　the　house；　so　devious　and　at　the　same　time　so　definite；　as　it　had　always　been　on　his　skin。　He　did　not　move　for　a　long　time；　wondering　in　fright　how　he　had　ever　got　to　that　abyss　of　abandonment；　when　a　hand　with　all　its　fingers　extended　and　feeling　about　in　the　darkness　touched　his　face。　He　was　not　surprised；　for　without　knowing；　he　had　been　expecting　it。　Then　he　gave　himself　over　to　that　hand；　and　in　a　terrible　state　of　exhaustion　he　let　himself　be　led　to　a　shapeless　place　where　his　clothes　were　taken　off　and　he　was　heaved　about　like　a　sack　of　potatoes　and　thrown　from　one　side　to　the　other　in　a　bottomless　darkness　in　which　his　arms　were　useless；　where　it　no　longer　smelled　of　woman　but　of　ammonia；　and　where　he　tried　to　remember　her　face　and　found　before　him　the　face　of　？rsula；　confusedly　aware　that　he　was　doing　something　that　for　a　very　long　time　he　had　wanted　to　do　but　that　he　had　imagined　could　really　never　be　done；　not　knowing　what　he　was　doing　because　he　did　not　know　where　his　feet　were　or　where　his　head　was；　or　whose　feet　or　whose　head；　and　feeling　that　he　could　no　longer　resist　the　glacial　rumbling　of　his　kidneys　and　the　air　of　his　intestines；　and　fear；　and　the　bewildered　anxiety　to　flee　and　at　the　same　time　stay　forever　in　that　exasperated　silence　and　that　fearful　solitude。
　　　Her　name　was　Pilar　Ternera。　She　had　been　part　of　the　exodus　that　ended　with　the　founding　of　Macondo；　dragged　along　by　her　family　in　order　to　separate　her　from　the　man　who　had　raped　her　at　fourteen　and　had　continued　to　love　her　until　she　was　twenty…two；　but　who　never　made　up　his　mind　to　make　the　situation　public　because　he　was　a　man　apart。　He　promised　to　follow　her　to　the　ends　of　the　earth；　but　only　later　on；　when　he　put　his　affairs　in　order；　and　she　had　bee　tired　of　waiting　for　him；　always　identifying　him　with　the　tall　and　short；　blond　and　brunet　men　that　her　cards　promised　from　land　and　sea　within　three　days；　three　months；　or　three　years。　With　her　waiting　she　had　lost　the　strength　of　her　thighs；　the　firmness　of　her　breasts；　her　habit　of　tenderness；　but　she　kept　the　madness　of　her　heart　intact。　Maddened　by　that　prodigious　plaything；　Jos？Arcadio　followed　her　path　every　night　through　the　labyrinth　of　the　room。　On　a　certain　occasion　he　found　the　door　barred；　and　he　knocked　several　times；　knowing　that　if　he　had　the　boldness　to　knock　the　first　time　he　would　have　had　to　knock　until　the　last；　and　after　an　interminable　wait　she　opened　the　door　for　him。　During　the　day；　lying　down　to　dream；　he　would　secretly　enjoy　the　memories　of　the　night　before。　But　when　she　came　into　the　house；　merry；　indifferent；　chatty；　he　did　not　have　to　make　any　effort　to　hide　his　tension；　because　that　woman；　whose　explosive　laugh　frightened　off　the　doves；　had　nothing　to　do　with　the　invisible　power　that　taught　him　how　to　breathe　from　within　and　control　his　heartbeats；　and　that　had　permitted　him　to　understand　why　man　are　afraid　of　death。　He　was　so　wrapped　up　in　himself　that　he　did　not　even　understand　the　joy　of　everyone　when　his　father　and　his　brother　aroused　the　household　with　the　news　that　they　had　succeeded　in　penetrating　the　metallic　debris　and　had　separated　？rsula’s　gold。
　　　They　had　succeeded；　as　a　matter　of　fact；　after　putting　in　plicated　and　persevering　days　at　it。　？rsula　was　happy；　and　she　even　gave　thanks　to　God　for　the　invention　of　alchemy；　while　the　people　of　the　village　crushed　into　the　laboratory；　and　they　served　them　guava　jelly　on　crackers　to　celebrate　the　wonder；　and　Jos？Arcadio　Buendía　let　them　see　the　crucible　with　the　recovered　gold；　as　if　he　had　just　invented　it。　Showing　it　all　around；　he　ended　up　in　front　of　his　older　son；　who　during　the　past　few　days　had　barely　put　in　an　appearance　in　the　laboratory。　He　put　the　dry　and　yellowish　mass　in　front　of　his　eyes　and　asked　him：　“What　does　it　look　like　to　you？？Jos？Arcadio　answered　sincerely：
　　　“Dog　shit。？
　　　His　father　gave　him　a　blow　with　the　back　of　his　hand　that　brought　out　blood　and　tears。　That　night　Pilar　Ternera　put　arnica　presses　on　the　swelling；　feeling　about　for　the　bottle　and　cotton　in　the　dark；　and　she　did　everything　she　wanted　with　him　as　long　as　it　did　not　bother　him；　making　an　effort　to　love　him　without　hurting　him。　They　reached　such　a　state　of　intimacy　that　later；　without　realizing　it；　they　were　whispering　to　each　other。
　　　“I　want　to　be　alone　with　you；？he　said。　“One　of　these　days　I’m　going　to　tell　everybody　and　we　can　stop　all　of　this　sneaking　around。？
　　　She　did　not　try　to　calm　him　down。
　　　“That　would　be　fine；？she　said　“If　we’re　alone；　we’ll　leave　the　lamp　lighted　so　that　we　can　see　each　other；　and　I　can　holler　as　much　as　I　want　without　anybody’s　having　to　butt　in；　and　you　can　whisper　in　my　ear　any　crap　you　can　think　of。？
　　　That　conversation；　the　biting　rancor　that　he　felt　against　his　father；　and　the　imminent　possibility　of　wild　love　inspired　a　serene　courage　in　him。　In　a　spontaneous　way；　without　any　preparation；　he　told　everything　to　his　brother。
　　　At　first　young　Aureliano　understood　only　the　risk；　the　immense　possibility　of　danger　that　his　brother’s　adventures　implied；　and　he　could　not　understand　the　fascination　of　the　subject。　Little　by　little　he　became　contaminated　with　the　anxiety。　He　wondered　about　the　details　of　the　dangers；　he　identified　himself　with　the　suffering　and　enjoyment　of　his　brother；　he　felt　frightened　and　happy。　He　would　stay　awake　waiting　for　him　until　dawn　in　the　solitary　bed　that　seemed　to　have　a　bottom　of　live　coals；　and　they　would　keep　on　talking　until　it　was　time　to　get　up；　so　that　both　of　them　soon　suffered　from　the　same　drowsiness；　felt　the　same　lack　of　interest　in　alchemy　and　the　wisdom　of　their　father；　and　they　took　refuge　in　solitude。　“Those　kids　are　out　of　their　heads；？？rsula　said。　“They　must　have　worms。？She　prepared　a　repugnant　potion　for　them　made　out　of　mashed　wormseed；　which　they　both　drank　with　unforeseen　stoicism；　and　they　sat　down　at　the　same　time　on　their　pots　eleven　times　in　a　single　day；　expelling　some　rose…colored　parasites　that　they　showed　to　everybody　with　great　jubilation；　for　it　allowed　them　to　deceive　？rsula　as　to　the　origin　of　their　distractions　and　drowsiness。　Aureliano　not　only　understood　by　then；　he　also　lived　his　brother’s　experiences　as　something　of　his　own；　for　on　one　occasion　when　the　latter　was　explaining　in　great　detail　the　mechanism　of　love；　he　interrupted　him　to　ask：　“What　does　it　feel　like？？Jos？Arcadio　gave　an　immediate　reply：
　　　“It’s　like　an　earthquake。？
　　　One　January　Thursday　at　two　o’clock　in　the　morning；　Amaranta　was　born。　Before　anyone　came　into　the　room；　？rsula　examined　her　carefully。　She　was　light　and　watery；　like　a　newt；　but　all　of　her　parts　were　human：　Aureliano　did　not　notice　the　new　thing　except　when　the　house　became　full　of　people。　Protected　by　the　confusion；　he　went　off　in　search　of　his　brother；　who　had　not　been　in　bed　since　eleven　o’clock；　and　it　was　such　an　impulsive　decision　that　he　did　not　even　have　time　to　ask　himself　how　he　could　get　him　out　of　Pilar　Ternera’s　bedroom。　He　circled　the　house　for　several　hours；　whistling　private　calls；　until　the　proximity　o