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      经典名句-英文:the original time will be mistakes and accidents, and therefore benglie, leaving the eternal fragments in a room.



      Aureliano threw a coin into the hopper that the matron had in her lap and went into the room without knowing why. The adolescent mulatto girl, with her small bitch's teats, was naked on the bed. Before Aureliano sixty-three men had passed through the room that night. From being used so much, kneaded with sweat and sighs, the air in the room had begun to turn to mud. The girl took off the soaked sheet and asked Aureliano to hold it by one side. It was as heavy as a piece of canvas. They squeezed it, twisting it at the ends until it regained its natural weight. They turned over the mat and the sweat came out of the other side. Aureliano was anxious for that operation never to end. He knew the theoretical mechanics of love, but he could not stay on his feet because of the weakness of his knees, and although he had goose pimples on his burning skin he could not resist the urgent need to expel the weight of his bowels. When the girl finished fixing up the bed and told him to get undressed, he gave her a confused explanation: "They made me come in. They told me to throw twenty cents into the hopper and hurry up." The girl understood his confusion. "If you throw in twenty cents more when you go out, you can stay a little longer," she said softly. Aureliano got undressed, tormented by shame, unable to get rid of the idea that-his nakedness could not stand comparison with that of his brother. In spite of the girl's efforts he felt more and more indifferent and terribly alone. "I'll throw in other twenty cents," he said with a desolate voice. The girl thanked him in silence. Her back was raw. Her skin was stuck to her ribs and her breathing was forced because of an immeasurable exhaustion. Two years before, far away from there, she had fallen asleep without putting out the candle and had awakened surrounded by flames. The house where she lived with the grand-mother who had raised her was reduced to ashes. Since then her grandmother carried her from town to town, putting her to bed for twenty cents in order to make up the value of the burned house. According to the girl's calculations, she still had ten years of seventy men per night, because she also had to pay the expenses of the trip and food for both of them as well as the pay of the Indians who carried the rocking chair. When the matron knocked on the door the second time, Aureliano left the room without having done anything, troubled by a desire to weep. That night he could not sleep, thinking about the girl, with a mixture of desire and pity. He felt an irresistible need to love her and protect her. At dawn, worn out by insomnia and fever, he made the calm decision to marry her in order to free her from the despotism of her grandmother and to enjoy all the nights of satisfaction that she would give the seventy men. But at ten o'clock in the morning, when he reached Catarino's store, the girl had left town.


      Time mitigated his mad proposal, but it aggravated his feelings of frustration. He took refuge in work. He resigned himself to being a womanless man for all his life in order to hide the shame of his uselessness. In the meantime, Melquíades had printed on his plates everything that was printable in Macondo, and he left the daguerreotype laboratory to the fantasies of José Arcadio Buendía who had resolved to use it to obtain scientific proof of the existence of God. Through a complicated process of superimposed exposures taken in different parts of the house, he was sure that sooner or later he would get a daguerreotype of God, if He existed, or put an end once and for all to the supposition of His existence. Melquíades got deeper into his interpretations of Nostradamus. He would stay up until very late, suffocating in his faded velvet vest, scribbling with his tiny sparrow hands, whose rings had lost the glow of former times. One night he thought he had found a prediction of the future of Macondo. It wasto be a luminous city with great glass houses where there was no trace remaining of the race of the Buendía. "It's a mistake," José Arcadio Buendía thundered. "They won't be houses of glass but of ice, as I dreamed, and there will always be a Buendía, per omnia secula seculorum." úrsula fought to preserve common sense in that extravagant house, having broadened her business of little candy animals with an oven that went all night turning out baskets and more baskets of bread and a prodigious variety of puddings, meringues, and cookies, which disappeared in a few hours on the roads winding through the swamp. She had reached an age where she had a right to rest, but she was nonetheless more and more active. So busy was she in her prosperous enterprises that one afternoon she looked distractedly toward the courtyard while the Indian woman helped her sweeten the dough and she saw two unknown and beautiful adolescent girls doing frame embroidery in the light of the sunset. They were Rebeca and Amaranta. As soon as they had taken off the mourning clothes for their grandmother, which they wore with inflexible rigor for three years, their bright clothes seemed to have given them a new place in the world. Rebeca, contrary to what might have been expected, was the more beautiful. She had a light complexion, large and peaceful eyes, and magical hands that seemed to work out the design of the embroidery with invisible threads. Amaranta, the younger, was somewhat graceless, but she had the natural distinction, the inner tightness of her dead grand-mother. Next to them, although he was already revealing the physical drive of his father, Arcadio looked like a child. He set about learning the art of silverwork with Aureliano, who had also taught him how to read and write. úrsula suddenly realized that the house had become full of people, that her children were on the point of marrying and having children, and that they would be obliged to scatter for lack of space. Then she took out the money she had accumulated over long years of hard labor, made some arrangements with her customers, and undertook the enlargement of the house. She had a formal parlor for visits built, another one that was more comfortable and cool for daily use, a dining room with a table with twelve places where the family could sit with all of their guests, nine bedrooms with windows on the courtyard and a long porch protected from the heat of noon by a rose garden with a railing on which to place pots of ferns and begonias. She had the kitchen enlarged to hold two ovens. The granary where Pilar Ternera had read José Arcadio's future was torn down and another twice as large built so that there would never be a lack of food in the house. She had baths built is the courtyard in the shade of the chestnut tree, one for the women and another for the men, and in the rear a large stable, a fencedin chicken yard, a shed for the milk cows, and an aviary open to the four winds so that wandering birds could roost there at their pleasure. Followed by dozens of masons and carpenters, as if she had contracted her husband's hallucinating fever, úrsula fixed the position of light and heat and distributed space without the least sense of its limitations. The primitive building of the founders became filled with tools and materials, of workmen exhausted by sweat, who asked everybody please not to molest them, exasperated by the sack of bones that followed them everywhere with its dull rattle. In that discomfort, breathing quicklime and tar, no one could see very well how from the bowels of the earth there was rising not only the largest house is the town, but the most hospitable and cool house that had ever existed in the region of the swamp. José Buendía, trying to surprise Divine Providence in the midst of the cataclysm, was the one who least understood it. The new house was almost finished when úrsula drew him out of his chimerical world in order to inform him that she had an order to paint the front blue and not white as they had wanted. She showed him the official document. José Arcadio Buendía, without understanding what his wife was talking about, deciphered the signature.

      时间逐渐冷却了他那热情的、轻率的打算,但是加强了他那希望落空的痛苦感觉。他在工作中寻求解脱。为了掩饰自己不中用的耻辱,他顺人了一辈子打光棍的命运。这时,梅尔加德斯把马孔多一切值得拍照的都拍了照,就将银版照相器材留给霍·阿·布恩蒂亚进行荒唐的试验:后者决定利用银版照相术得到上帝存在的科学证明。他相信,拿屋内不同地方拍的照片进行复杂的加工,如果上帝存在的话,他迟早准会得到上帝的照片,否则就永远结束有关上帝存在的一切臆想。梅尔加德斯却在深入研究纳斯特拉达马斯的理论。他经常坐到很晚,穿着褪了色的丝绒坎肩直喘粗气,用他干瘦的鸟爪在纸上潦草地写着什么;他手上的戒指已经失去往日的光彩。有一天夜晚,他觉得他偶然得到了有关马孔多未来的启示。马孔多将会变成一座辉煌的城市,有许多高大的玻璃房子,城内甚至不会留下布恩蒂亚家的痕迹。“胡说八道,”霍·阿·布恩蒂亚气恼他说。“不是玻璃房子,而是我梦见的那种冰 砖房子,并且这儿永远都会有布思蒂亚家的人,Per omnia secula secul- orumo!”(拉丁语:永远永远)乌苏娜拼命想给这个怪人的住所灌输健全的思想。她添了一个大炉灶,除了生产糖动物,开始烤山整篮整篮的面包和大堆大堆各式各样的布丁、奶油蛋白松饼和饼干——这一切在几小时内就在通往沼泽地的路上卖光了。尽管乌苏娜已经到了应当休息的年岁,但她年复一年变得越来越勤劳了,全神贯注在兴旺的生意上,有一天傍晚,印第安女人正帮她把糖掺在生面里,她漫不经心地望着窗外,突然看见院子里有两个似乎陌生的姑娘,都很年轻、漂亮,正在落日的余晖中绣花。这是雷贝卡和阿玛兰塔。她们刚刚脱掉穿了三年的悼念外祖母的孝服。花衣服完全改变了她们的外貌。出乎一切预料,雷贝卡在姿色上超过了阿玛兰塔,她长着宁静的大眼睛、光洁的皮肤和具有魔力的手:她的手仿佛用看不见的丝线在绣架的布底上刺绣。较小的阿玛兰塔不够雅致,但她从已故的外祖母身上继承了天生的高贵和自尊心。呆在她们旁边的是阿卡蒂奥,他身上虽已显露了父亲的体魄,但看上去还是个孩子。他在奥雷连诺的指导下学习首饰技术,奥雷连诺还教他读书写字。乌苏娜明白,她家里满是成年的人,她的孩子们很快就要结婚,也要养孩子,全家就得分开,因为这座房子不够大家住了。于是,她拿出长年累月艰苦劳动积攒的钱,跟工匠们商量好,开始扩充住宅。她吩咐增建:一间正式客厅——用来接待客人:另一间更舒适、凉爽的大厅——供全家之用,一个饭厅,拥有一张能坐十二人的桌子;九间卧室,窗户都面向庭院;一道长廊,由玫瑰花圃和宽大的栏杆(栏杆上放着一盆盆碳类植物和秋海棠)挡住晌午的阳光。而且,她还决定扩大厨房,安置两个炉灶;拆掉原来的库房(皮拉·苔列娜曾在里面向霍·阿卡蒂奥预言过他的未来),另盖一间大一倍的库房,以便家中经常都有充足的粮食储备。在院子里,在大栗树的浓荫下面,乌苏娜嘱咐搭两个浴棚:一个女浴棚,一个男浴棚,而星后却是宽敞的马厩、铁丝网围住的鸡窝和挤奶棚,此外有个四面敞开的鸟笼,偶然飞来的鸟儿高兴栖息在那儿就栖息在那儿。乌苏娜带领着几十名泥瓦匠和木匠,仿佛染上了大大的“幻想热”,决定光线和空气进人屋子的方位,划分面帆完全不受限。马孔多建村时修盖的这座简陋房子,堆满了各种工具和建筑材料,工人们累得汗流浃背,老是提醒旁人不要妨碍他们干活,而他们总是碰到那只装着骸骨的袋子,它那沉闷的咔嚓声简直叫人恼火。谁也不明白,在这一片混乱中,在生石灰和沥青的气味中,地下怎会立起一座房子,这房子不仅是全镇最大的,而且是沼泽地区最凉爽宜人的。最不理解这一点的是霍·阿·布恩蒂亚,甚至在大变动的高潮中,他也没有放弃突然摄到上帝影像的尝试。新房子快要竣工的时候,乌苏娜把他拉出了幻想的世界,告诉他说,她接到一道命令:房屋正面必须刷成蓝色,不能刷成他们希望的白色。她把正式公文给他看。霍·阿·布恩蒂亚没有马上明白他的妻子说些什么,首先看了看纸儿上的签字。

      "Who is this fellow?" he asked:


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