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dy　sling。　He　brought　her　a　prayerbook　bound　in　mother…of…pearl。
　　　“How　strange　men　are；？she　said；　because　she　could　not　think　of　anything　else　to　say。　“They　spend　their　lives　fighting　against　priests　and　then　give　prayerbooks　as　gifts。？
　　　From　that　time　on；　even　during　the　most　critical　days　of　the　war；　he　visited　her　every　afternoon。　Many　times；　when　Remedios　the　Beauty　was　not　present；　it　was　he　who　turned　the　wheel　on　the　sewing　machine。　Amaranta　felt　upset　by　the　perseverance；　the　loyalty；　the　submissiveness　of　that　man　who　was　invested　with　so　much　authority　and　who　nevertheless　took　off　his　sidearm　in　the　living　room　so　that　he　could　go　into　the　sewing　room　without　weapons；　But　for　four　years　he　kept　repeating　his　love　and　she　would　always　find　a　way　to　reject　him　without　hurting　him；　for　even　though　she　had　not　succeeded　in　loving　him　she　could　no　longer　live　without　him。　Remedios　the　Beauty；　who　seemed　indifferent　to　everything　and　who　was　thought　to　be　mentally　retarded；　was　not　insensitive　to　so　much　devotion　and　she　intervened　in　Colonel　Gerineldo　Márquez’s　favor。　Amaranta　suddenly　discovered　that　the　girl　she　had　raised；　who　was　just　entering　adolescence；　was　already　the　most　beautiful　creature　that　had　even　been　seen　in　Macondo。　She　felt　reborn　in　her　heart　the　rancor　that　she　had　felt　in　other　days　for　Rebeca；　and　begging　God　not　to　impel　her　into　the　extreme　state　of　wishing　her　dead；　she　banished　her　from　the　sewing　room。　It　was　around　that　time　that　Colonel　Gerineldo　Márquez　began　to　feel　the　boredom　of　the　war。　He　summoned　his　reserves　of　persuasion；　his　broad　and　repressed　tenderness；　ready　to　give　up　for　Amaranta　a　glory　that　had　cost　him　the　sacrifice　of　his　best　years。　But　he　could　not　succeed　in　convincing　her。　One　August　afternoon；　overe　by　the　unbearable　weight　of　her　own　obstinacy；　Amaranta　locked　herself　in　her　bedroom　to　weep　over　her　solitude　unto　death　after　giving　her　final　answer　to　her　tenacious　suitor：
　　　“Let’s　forget　about　each　other　forever；？she　told　him。　“We’re　too　old　for　this　sort　of　thing　now。？
　　　Colonel　Gerineldo　Márquez　had　a　telegraphic　call　from　Colonel　Aureliano　Buendía　that　afternoon。　It　was　a　routine　conversation　which　was　not　going　to　bring　about　any　break　in　the　stagnant　war。　At　the　end；　Colonel　Gerineldo　Márquez　looked　at　the　desolate　streets；　the　crystal　water　on　the　almond　trees；　and　he　found　himself　lost　in　solitude。
　　　“Aureliano；？he　said　sadly　on　the　key；　“it’s　raining　in　Macondo。？
　　　There　was　a　long　silence　on　the　line。　Suddenly　the　apparatus　jumped　with　the　pitiless　letters　from　Colonel　Aureliano　Buendía。
　　　“Don’t　be　a　jackass；　Gerineldo；？the　signals　said。　“It’s　natural　for　it　to　be　raining　in　August。？
　　　They　had　not　seen　each　other　for　such　a　long　time　that　Colonel　Gerineldo　Márquez　was　upset　by　the　aggressiveness　of　the　reaction。　Two　months　later；　however；　when　Colonel　Aureliano　Buendía　returned　to　Macondo；　his　upset　was　changed　to　stupefaction。　Even　？rsula　was　surprised　at　how　much　he　had　changed。　He　came　with　no　noise；　no　escort；　wrapped　in　a　cloak　in　spite　of　the　heat；　and　with　three　mistresses；　whom　he　installed　in　the　same　house；　where　he　spent　most　of　his　time　lying　in　a　hammock。　He　scarcely　read　the　telegraphic　dispatches　that　reported　routine　operations。　On　one　occasion　Colonel　Gerineldo　Márquez　asked　him　for　instructions　for　the　evacuation　of　a　spot　on　the　border　where　there　was　a　danger　that　the　conflict　would　bee　an　international　affair。
　　　“Don’t　bother　me　with　trifles；？he　ordered　him。　“Consult　Divine　Providence。？
　　　It　was　perhaps　the　most　critical　moment　of　the　war。　The　Liberal　landowners；　who　had　supported　the　revolution　in　the　beginning；　had　made　secret　alliances　with　the　Conservative　landowners　in　order　to　stop　the　revision　of　property　titles。　The　politicians　who　supplied　funds　for　the　war　from　exile　had　Publicly　repudiated　the　drastic　aims　of　Colonel　Aureliano　Buendía；　but　even　that　withdrawal　of　authorization　did　not　seem　to　bother　him。　He　had　not　returned　to　reading　his　poetry；　which　filled　more　than　five　volumes　and　lay　forgotten　at　the　bottom　of　his　trunk。　At　night　or　at　siesta　time　he　would　call　one　of　his　women　to　his　hammock　and　obtain　a　rudimentary　satisfaction　from　her；　and　then　he　would　sleep　like　a　stone　that　was　not　concerned　by　the　slightest　indication　of　worry。　Only　he　knew　at　that　time　that　his　confused　heart　was　condemned　to　uncertainty　forever。　At　first；　intoxicated　by　the　glory　of　his　return；　by　his　remarkable　victories；　he　had　peeped　into　the　abyss　of　greatness。　He　took　pleasure　in　keeping　by　his　right　hand　the　Duke　of　Marlborough；　his　great　teacher　in　the　art　of　war；　whose　attire　of　skins　and　tiger　claws　aroused　the　respect　of　adults　and　the　awe　of　children。　It　was　then　that　he　decided　that　no　human　being；　not　even　？rsula；　could　e　closer　to　him　than　ten　feet。　In　the　center　of　the　chalk　circle　that　his　aides　would　draw　wherever　he　stopped；　and　which　only　he　could　enter；　he　would　decide　with　brief　orders　that　had　no　appeal　the　fate　of　the　world。　The　first　time　that　he　was　in　Manaure　after　the　shooting　of　General　Moncada；　he　hastened　to　fulfill　his　victim’s　last　wish　and　the　widow　took　the　glasses；　the　medal；　the　watch；　and　the　ring；　but　she　would　not　let　him　in　the　door。
　　　“You　can’t　e　in；　colonel；？she　told　him。　“You　may　be　in　mand　of　your　war；　but　I’m　in　mand　of　my　house。？
　　　Colonel　Aureliano　Buendía　did　not　show　any　sign　of　anger；　but　his　spirit　only　calmed　down　when　his　bodyguard　had　sacked　the　widow’s　house　and　reduced　it　to　ashes。　“Watch　out　for　your　heart；　Aureliano；？Colonel　Gerineldo　Márquez　would　say　to　him　then。　“You’re　rotting　alive。？About　that　time　he　called　together　a　second　assembly　of　the　principal　rebel　manders。　He　found　all　types：　idealists；　ambitious　people；　adventurers；　those　with　social　resentments；　even　mon　criminals。　There　was　even　a　former　Conservative　functionary　who　had　taken　refuge　in　the　revolt　to　escape　a　judgment　for　misappropriation　of　funds。　Many　of　them　did　not　even　know　why　they　were　fighting　in　the　midst　of　that　motley　crowd；　whose　differences　of　values　were　on　the　verge　of　causing　an　internal　explosion；　one　gloomy　authority　stood　out：　General　Te6filo　Vargas。　He　was　a　full…blooded　Indian；　untamed；　illiterate；　and　endowed　with　quiet　wiles　and　a　messianic　vocation　that　aroused　a　demented　fanaticism　in　his　men。　Colonel　Aureliano　Buendía　called　the　meeting　with　the　aim　of　unifying　the　rebel　mand　against　the　maneuvers　of　the　politicians。　General　Teófilo　Vargas　came　forward　with　his　intentions：　in　a　few　hours　he　shattered　the　coalition　of　better…qualified　manders　and　took　charge　of　the　main　mand。　“He’s　a　wild　beast　worth　watching；？Colonel　Aureliano　Buendía　told　his　officers。　“That　man　is　more　dangerous　to　us　than　the　Minister　of　War。？Then　a　very　young　captain　who　had　always　been　outstanding　for　his　timidity　raised　a　cautious　index　finger。
　　　“It’s　quite　simple；　colonel；？he　proposed。　“He　has　to　be　killed。？
　　　Colonel　Aureliano　Buendía　was　not　alarmed　by　the　coldness　of　the　proposition　but　by　the　way　in　which；　by　a　fraction　of　a　second；　it　had　anticipated　his　own　thoughts。
　　　“Don’t　expect　me　to　give　an　order　like　that；？he　said。
　　　He　did　not　give　it；　as　a　matter　of　fact。　But　two　weeks　later　General　Teófilo　Vargas　was　cut　to　bits　by　machetes　in　an　ambush　and　Colonel　Aureliano　Buendía　assumed　the　main　mand。　The　same　night　that　his　authority　was　recognized　by　all　the　rebel　mands；　he　woke　up　in　a　fright；　calling　for　a　blanket。　An　inner　coldness　which　shattered　his　bones　and　tortured　him　even　in　the　heat　of　the　sun　would　not　let　him　sleep　for　several　months；　until　it　became　a　habit。　The　intoxication　of　power　began　to　break　apart　under　waves　of　disfort。　Searching　for　a　cure　against　the　chill；　he　had　the　young　officer　who　had　proposed　the　murder　of　General　Teófilo　Vargas　shot。　His　orders　were　being　carried　out　even　before　they　were　given；　even　before　he　thought　of　them；　and　they　always　went　much　beyond　what　he　would　have　dared　have　them　do。　Lost　in　the　solitude　of　his　immense　power；　he　began　to　lose　direction。　He　was　bothered　by　the　people　who　cheered　him　in　neighboring　villages；　and　he　imagined　that　they　were　the　same　cheers　they　gave　the　enemy。