百年孤独(英文版)-第70部分
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es of the village。 Protected by the delightful cover of collective disorder； Jos？Arcadio and Pilar passed many relaxing hours。 They were two happy lovers among the crowd； and they even came to suspect that love could be a feeling that was more relaxing and deep than the happiness； wild but momentary； of their secret nights。 Pilar； however； broke the spell。 Stimulated by the enthusiasm that Jos？Arcadio showed in her panionship； she confused the form and the occasion； and all of a sudden she threw the whole world on top of him。 “Now you really are a man；？she told him。 And since he did not understand what she meant； she spelled it out to him。
“You’re going to be a father。？
Jos？Arcadio did not dare leave the house for several days。 It was enough for him to hear the rocking laughter of Pilar in the kitchen to run and take refuge in the laboratory； where the artifacts of alchemy had e alive again with ？rsula’s blessing。 Jos？Arcadio Buendía received his errant son with joy and initiated him in the search for the philosopher’s stone； which he had finally undertaken。 One afternoon the boys grew enthusiastic over the flying carpet that went swiftly by the laboratory at window level carrying the gypsy who was driving it and several children from the village who were merrily waving their hands； but Jos？Arcadio Buendía did not even look at it。 “Let them dream；？he said。 “We’ll do better flying than they are doing； and with more scientific resources than a miserable bedspread。？In spite of his feigned interest； Jos？Arcadio must understood the powers of the philosopher’s egg； which to him looked like a poorly blown bottle。 He did not succeed in escaping from his worries。 He lost his appetite and he could not sleep。 He fell into an ill humor； the same as his father’s over the failure of his undertakings； and such was his upset that Jos？Arcadio Buendía himself relieved him of his duties in the laboratory； thinking that he had taken alchemy too much to heart。 Aureliano； of course； understood that his brother’s affliction did not have its source in the search for the philosopher’s stone but he could not get into his confidence。 He had lost his former spontaneity。 From an acplice and a municative person he had bee withdrawn and hostile。 Anxious for solitude； bitten by a virulent rancor against the world； one night he left his bed as usual； but he did not go to Pilar Ternera’s house； but to mingle is the tumult of the fair。 After wandering about among all kinds of contraptions with out being interested in any of them； he spotted something that was not a part of it all： a very young gypsy girl； almost a child； who was weighted down by beads and was the most beautiful woman that Jos？Arcadio had ever seen in his life。 She was in the crowd that was witnessing the sad spectacle of the man who had been turned into a snake for having disobeyed his parents。
Jos？Arcadio paid no attention。 While the sad interrogation of the snake…man was taking place； he made his way through the crowd up to the front row； where the gypsy girl was； and he stooped behind her。 He pressed against her back。 The girl tried to separate herself； but Jos？Arcadio pressed more strongly against her back。 Then she felt him。 She remained motionless against him； trembling with surprise and fear； unable to believe the evidence； and finally she turned her head and looked at him with a tremulous smile。 At that instant two gypsies put the snake…man into his cage and carried him into the tent。 The gypsy who was conducting the show announced：
“And now； ladies and gentlemen； we are going to show the terrible test of the woman who must have her head chopped off every night at this time for one hundred and fifty years as punishment for having seen what she should not have。？
Jos？Arcadio and the gypsy girl did not witness the decapitation。 They went to her tent； where they kissed each other with a desperate anxiety while they took off their clothes。 The gypsy girl removed the starched lace corsets she had on and there she was； changed into practically nothing。 She was a languid little frog； with incipient breasts and legs so thin that they did not even match the size of Jos？Arcadio’s arms； but she had a decision and a warmth that pensated for her fragility。 Nevertheless； Jos？Arcadio could not respond to her because they were in a kind of public tent where the gypsies passed through with their circus things and did their business； and would even tarry by the bed for a game of dice。 The lamp hanging from the center pole lighted the whole place up。 During a pause in the caresses； Jos？Arcadio stretched out naked on the bed without knowing what to do； while the girl tried to inspire him。 A gypsy woman with splendid flesh came in a short time after acpanied by a man who was not of the caravan but who was not from the village either； and they both began to undress in front of the bed。 Without meaning to； the woman looked at Jos？Arcadio and examined his magnificent animal in repose with a kind of pathetic fervor。
“My boy；？she exclaimed； “may God preserve you just as you are。？
Jos？Arcadio’s panion asked them to leave them alone； and the couple lay down on the ground； close to the bed。 The passion of the others woke up Jos？Arcadio’s fervor。 On the first contact the bones of the girl seemed to bee disjointed with a disorderly crunch like the sound of a box of dominoes； and her skin broke out into a pale sweat and her eyes filled with tears as her whole body exhaled a lugubrious lament and a vague smell of mud。 But she bore the impact with a firmness of character and a bravery that were admirable。 Jos？Arcadio felt himself lifted up into the air toward a state of seraphic inspiration； where his heart burst forth with an outpouring of tender obscenities that entered the girl through her ears and came out of her mouth translated into her language。 It was Thursday。 On Saturday night； Jos？Arcadio wrapped a red cloth around his head and left with the gypsies。
When ？rsula discovered his absence she searched for him all through the village。 In the remains of the gypsy camp there was nothing but a garbage pit among the still smoking ashes of the extinguished campfires。 Someone who was there looking for beads among the trash told ？rsula that the night before he had seen her son in the tumult of the caravan pushing the snake…man’s cage on a cart。 “He’s bee a gypsy？she shouted to her husband； who had not shown the slightest sign of alarm over the disappearance。
“I hope it’s true；？Jos？Arcadio Buendía said； grinding in his mortar the material that had been ground a thousand times and reheated and ground again。 “That way he’ll learn to be a man。？？rsula asked where the gypsies had gone。 She went along asking and following the road she had been shown； thinking that she still had time to catch up to them。 She kept getting farther away from the village until she felt so far away that she did not think about returning。 Jos？Arcadio Buendía did not discover that his wife was missing until eight o’clock at night； when he left the material warming in a bed of manure and went to see what was wrong with little Amaranta； who was getting hoarse from crying。 In a few hours he gathered a group of well…equipped men； put Amaranta in the hands of a woman who offered to nurse her； and was lost on invisible paths in pursuit of ？rsula。 Aureliano went with them。 Some Indian fishermen； whose language they could not understand； told them with signs that they had not seen anyone pass。 After three days of useless searching they returned to the village。
For several weeks Jos？Arcadio Buendía let himself be overe by consternation。 He took care of little Amaranta like a mother。 He bathed and dressed her； took her to be nursed four times a day； and even sang to her at night the songs that ？rsula never knew how to sing。 On a certain occasion Pilar Ternera volunteered to do the household chores until ？rsula came back。 Aureliano； whose mysterious intuition had bee sharpened with the misfortune； felt a glow of clairvoyance when he saw her e in。 Then he knew that in some inexplicable way she was to blame for his brother’s flight and the consequent disappearance of his mother； and he harassed her wi
