百年孤独(英文版)-第21部分
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sides； so that people would e from Rome to honor God in the center of impiety。 He went everywhere begging alms with a copper dish。 They gave him a large amount； but he wanted more； because the church had to have a bell that would raise the drowned up to the surface of the water。 He pleaded so much that he lost his voice。 His bones began to fill with sounds。 One Saturday； not even having collected the price of the doors； he fell into a desperate confusion。 He improvised an altar in the square and on Sunday he went through the town with a small bell； as in the days of insomnia； calling people to an open…air mass。 Many went out of curiosity。 Others from nostalgia。 Others so that God would not take the disdain for His intermediary as a personal insult。 So that at eight in the morning half the town was in the square； where Father Nicanor chanted the gospels in a voice that had been lacerated by his pleading。 At the end； when the congregation began to break up； he raised his arms signaling for attention。
“Just a moment；？he said。 “Now we shall witness an undeniable proof of the infinite power of God。？
The boy who had helped him with the mass brought him a cup of thick and steaming chocolate； which he drank without pausing to breathe。 Then he wiped his lips with a handkerchief that he drew from his sleeve； extended his arms； and closed his eyes。 Thereupon Father Nicanor rose six inches above the level of the ground。 It was a convincing measure。 He went among the houses for several days repeating the demonstration of levitation by means of chocolate while the acolyte collected so much money in a bag that in less than a month he began the construction of the church。 No one doubted the divine origin of the demonstration except Jos？Arcadio Buendía； who without changing expression watched the troop of people who gathered around the chestnut tree one morning to witness the revelation once more。 He merely stretched on his stool a little and shrugged his shoulders when Father Nicanor began to rise up from the ground along with the chair he was sitting on。
“Hoc est simplicissimus；？Jos？Arcadio Buendía said。 “Homo iste statum quartum materiae invenit。？
Father Nicanor raised his hands and the four legs of the chair all landed on the ground at the same time。 “Nego；？he said。 “Factum hoc existentiam Dei probat sine dubio。？
Thus it was discovered that Jos？Arcadio Buendía’s devilish jargon was Latin。 Father Nicanor took advantage of the circumstance of his being the only person who had been able to municate with him to try to inject the faith into his twisted mind。 Every afternoon he would sit by the chestnut tree preaching in Latin； but Jos？Arcadio Buendía insisted on rejecting rhetorical tricks and the transmutation of chocolate； and he demanded the daguerreotype of God as the only proof。 Father Nicanor then brought him medals and pictures and even a reproduction of the Veronica； but Jos？Arcadio Buendía rejected them as artistic objects without any scientific basis。 He was so stubborn that Father Nicanor gave up his attempts at evangelization and continued visiting him out of humanitarian feelings。 But then it was Jos？Arcadio Buendía who took the lead and tried to break down the priest’s faith with rationalist tricks。 On a certain occasion when Father Nicanor brought a checker set to the chestnut tree and invited him to a game； Jos？Arcadio Buendía would not accept； because according to him he could never understand the sense of a contest in which the two adversaries have agreed upon the rules。 Father Nicanor； who had never seen checkers played that way； could not play it again。 Ever more startled at Jos？Arcadio Buendía’s lucidity； he asked him how it was possible that they had him tied to a tree。
“Hoc est simplicissimus；？he replied。 “Because I’m Crazy。？
From then on； concerned about his own faith； the priest did not e back to visit him and dedicated himself to hurrying along the building of the church。 Rebeca felt her hopes being reborn。 Her future was predicated on the pletion of the work； for one Sunday when Father Nicanor was lunching at the house and the whole family sitting at the table spoke of the solemnity and splendor that religious ceremonies would acquire when the church was built； Amaranta said： “The luckiest one will be Rebeca。？And since Rebeca did not understand what she meant； she explained it to her with an innocent smile：
“You’re going to be the one who will inaugurate the church with your wedding。？
Rebeca tried to forestall any ments。 The way the construction was going the church would not be built before another ten years。 Father Nicanor did not agree： the growing generosity of the faithful permitted him to make more optimistic calculations。 To the mute Indignation of Rebeca； who could not finish her lunch； ？rsula celebrated Amaranta’s idea and contributed a considerable sum for the work to move faster。 Father Nicanor felt that with another contribution like that the church would be ready within three years。 From then on Rebeca did not say another word to Amaranta； convinced that her initiative had not the innocence that she attempted to give it。 “That was the least serious thing I could have done；？Amaranta answered her during the violent argument they had that night。 “In that way I won’t have to kill you for three years。？Rebeca accepted the challenge。
When Pietro Crespi found out about the new postponement； he went through a crisis of disappointment； but Rebeca gave him a final proof of her loyalty。 “We’ll elope whenever you say；？she told him。 Pietro Crespi； however； was not a man of adventure。 He lacked the impulsive character of his fiancée and he considered respect for one’s given word as a wealth that should not be squandered。 Then Rebeca turned to more audacious methods。 A mysterious wind blew out the lamps in the parlor and ？rsula surprised the lovers kissing in the dark。 Pietro Crespi gave her some confused explanations about the poor quality of modern pitch lamps and he even helped her install a more secure system of illumination for the room。 But the fuel failed again or the wicks became clogged and ？rsula found Rebeca sitting on her fiancé’s lap。 This time she would accept no explanation。 She turned the responsibility of the bakery over to the Indian woman and sat in a rocking chair to watch over the young people during the visits； ready to win out over maneuvers that had already been old when she was a girl。 “Poor Mama；？Rebeca would say with mock indignation； seeing ？rsula yawn during the boredom of the visits。 “When she dies she’ll go off to her reward in that rocking chair。？After three months of supervised love； fatigued by the slow progress of the construction； which he went to inspect every day； Pietro Crespi decided to give Father Nicanor the money he needed to finish the church。 Amaranta did not grow impatient。 As she conversed with her girl friends every afternoon when they came to embroider on the porch； she tried to think of new subterfuges。 A mistake in calculation spoiled the one she considered the most effective： removing the mothballs that Rebeca had put in her wedding dress before she put it away in the bedroom dresser。 She did it when two months were left for the pletion of the church。 But Rebeca was so impatient with the approach of the wedding that she wanted to get the dress ready earlier than Amaranta had foreseen。 When she opened the dresser and unfolded first the papers and then the protective cloth； she found the fabric of the dress and the stitches of the veil and even the crown of orange blossoms perforated by moths。 Although she was sure that she had put a handful of mothballs in the wrappings； the disaster seemed so natural that she did not dare blame Amaranta。 There was less than a month until the wedding； but Amparo Moscote promised to sew a new dress within a week。 Amaranta felt faint that rainy noontime when Amparo came to the house wrapped in the froth of needlework for Rebeca to have the final fitting of the dress。 She lost her voice and a thread of cold sweat ran down the path of her spine。 For long months she had trembled with fright waiting for that hour； because if she had not been able to conceive the ultimate obst
