ed the devil in a duel of improvisation； and whose real name no one knew； disappeared from Macondo during the insomnia plague and one night he appeared suddenly in Catarino’s store。 The whole town went to listen to him to find out what had happened in the world。 On that occasion there arrived with him a woman who was so fat that four Indians had to carry her in a rocking chair； and an adolescent mulatto girl with a forlorn look who protected her from the sun with an umbrella。 Aureliano went to Catarino’s store that night。 He found Francisco the Man； like a monolithic chameleon； sitting in the midst of a circle of bystanders。 He was singing the news with his old； out…of…tune voice； acpanying himself with the same archaic accordion that Sir Walter Raleigh had given him in the Guianas and keeping time with his great walking feet that were cracked from saltpeter。 In front of a door at the rear through which men were going and ing； the matron of the rocking chair was sitting and fanning herself in silence。 Catarino； with a felt rose behind his ear； was selling the gathering mugs of fermented cane juice； and he took advantage of the occasion to go over to the men and put his hand on them where he should not have。 Toward midnight the heat was unbearable。 Aureliano listened to the news to the end without hearing anything that was of interest to his family。 He was getting ready to go home when the matron signaled him with her hand。
“You go in too。？she told him。 “It only costs twenty cents。？
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 e 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 parison 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 grandmother 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 Jos？Arcadio Buendía who had resolved to use it to obtain scientific proof of the existence of God。 Through a plicated 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 was to be a luminous city with great glass houses where there was no trace remaining of the race of the Buendía。 “It’s a mistake；？Jos？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。？？rsula fought to preserve mon 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 plexion； 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 grandmother。 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。 ？rsula suddenly realized that the house had bee 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 fortable 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 Jos？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 fenced…in 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； ？rsula 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 disfort； 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。 Jos？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 ？rsula 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。 Jos？Arcadio Buendía； without understanding what his wife was talking about； deciphered the signature。
“Who is this fellow？？he asked：
“The magistrate；？？rsula answered disconsolately。 They say he’s an authority sent by the government。？
Don Apolinar Moscote； the magistrate； had arrived in Macondo very quietly。 He put up at the Hotel Jacob—built by one of the first Arabs who came to s knickknacks for macaws—and on the following day he rented a small room with a door on the street two blocks away from the Buendía house。 He set up a table and a chair that he had bought from Jacob； nailed up on the wall the shield of the republic that he had brought with him； and on the door he painted the sign： Magistrate。 His first order was for all the houses to be painted blue in celebration of the ann