time he would emerge with the firmest impression that the war was at a stalemate。 When news of fresh liberal victories was received it was celebrated with jubilant proclamations； but he would measure the real extent of them on the map and could see that his forces were penetrating into the jungle； defending themselves against malaria and mosquitoes； advancing in the opposite direction from reality。 “We’re wasting time；？he would plain to his officers。 “We’re wasting time while the bastards in the party are begging for seats in congress。？Lying awake at night； stretched out on his back in a hammock in the same room where he had awaited death； he would evoke the image of lawyers dressed in black leaving the presidential palace in the icy cold of early morning with their coat collars turned up about their ears； rubbing their hands； whispering； taking refuge in dreary early…morning cafés to speculate over what the president had meant when he said yes； or what he had meant when he said no； and even to imagine what the president was thinking when he said something quite different； as he chased away mosquitoes at a temperature of ninety…five degrees； feeling the approach of the fearsome dawn when he would have to give his men the mand to jump into the sea。
One night of uncertainty； when Pilar Ternera was singing in the courtyard with the soldiers； he asked her to read the future in her cards。 “Watch out for your mouth；？was all that Pilar Ternera brought out after spreading and picking up the cards three times。 “I don’t know what it means； but the sign is very clear。 Watch out for your mouth。？Two days later someone gave an orderly a mug of black coffee and the orderly passed it on to someone else and that one to someone else until； hand to hand； it reached Colonel Aureliano Buendía office。 He had not asked for any coffee； but since it was there the colonel drank it。 It had a dose of nux vomica strong enough to kill a horse。 When they took him home he was stiff and arched and his tongue was sticking out between his teeth。 ？rsula fought against death over him。 After cleaning out his stomach with emetics； she wrapped him in hot blankets and fed him egg whites for two days until his harrowed body recovered its normal temperature。 On the fourth day he was out of danger。 Against his will； pressured by ？rsula and his officers； he stayed in bed for another week。 Only then did he learn that his verses had not been burned。 “I didn’t want to be hasty；？？rsula explained to him。 “That night when I went to light the oven I said to myself that it would be better to wait until they brought the body。？In the haze of convalescence； surrounded by Remedios？dusty dolls； Colonel Aureliano Buendía； brought back the decisive periods of his existence by reading his poetry。 He started writing again。 For many hours； balancing on the edge of the surprises of a war with no future； in rhymed verse he resolved his experience on the shores of death。 Then his thoughts became so clear that he was able to examine them forward and backward。 One night he asked Colonel Gerineldo Márquez：
“Tell me something； old friend： why are you fighting？？
“What other reason could there be？？Colonel Gerineldo Márquez answered。 “For the great liberal party。？
“You’re lucky because you know why；？he answered。 “As far as I’m concerned； I’ve e to realize only just now that I’m fighting because of pride。？
“That’s bad；？Colonel Gerineldo Márquez said。 Colonel Aureliano Buendía was amused at his alarm。 “Naturally；？he said。 “But in any case； it’s better than not knowing why you’re fighting。？He looked him in the eyes and added with a smile：
“Or fighting； like you； for something that doesn’t have any meaning for anyone。？
His pride had prevented him from making contact with the armed groups in the interior of the country until the leaders of the party publicly rectified their declaration that he was a bandit。 He knew； however； that as soon as he put those scruples aside he would break the vicious circle of the war。 Convalescence gave him time to reflect。 Then he succeeded in getting ？rsula to give him the rest of her buried inheritance and her substantial savings。 He named Colonel Gerineldo Márquez civil and military leader of Macondo and he went off to make contact with the rebel groups in the interior。
Colonel Gerineldo Márquez was not only the man closest to Colonel Aureliano Buendía； but ？rsula received him as a member of the family。 Fragile； timid； with natural good manners； he was； however； better suited for war than for government。 His political advisers easily entangled him in theoretical labyrinths； But he succeeded in giving Macondo the atmosphere of rural peace that Colonel Aureliano； Buendía dreamed of so that he could die of old age making little gold fishes。 Although he lived in his parents？house he would have lunch at ？rsula’s two or three times a week。 He initiated Aureliano Jos？in the use of firearms； gave him early military instruction； and for several months took him to live in the barracks； with ？rsula’s consent； so that he could bee a man。 Many years before； when he was still almost a child； Gerineldo Márquez had declared his love for Amaranta。 At that time she was so illusioned with her lonely passion for Pietro Crespi that she laughed at him。 Gerineldo Márquez waited。 On a certain occasion he sent Amaranta a note from jail asking her to embroider a dozen batiste handkerchiefs with his father’s initials on them。 He sent her the money。 A week later Amaranta； brought the dozen handkerchiefs to him in jail along with the money and they spent several hours talking about the past。 “When I get out of here I’m going to marry you；？Gerineldo Márquez told her when she left。 Amaranta laughed but she kept on thinking about him while she taught the children to read and she tried to revive her juvenile passion for Pietro Crespi。 On Saturday； visiting days for the prisoners； she would stop by the house of Gerineldo Márquez’s parents and acpany them to the jail。 On one of those Saturdays ？rsula was surprised to see her in the kitchen； waiting for the biscuits to e out of the oven so that she could pick the best ones and cap them in a napkin that she had embroidered for the occasion。
“Marry him；？she told her。 “You’ll have a hard time finding another man like him。？
Amaranta feigned a reaction of displeasure。
“I don’t have to go around hunting for men；？she answered。 “I’m taking these biscuits to Gerineldo because I’m sorry that sooner or later they’re going to shoot him。？
She said it without thinking； but that was the time that the government had announced its threat to shoot Colonel Gerineldo Márquez if the rebel forces did not surrender Riohacha。 The visits stopped。 Amaranta shut herself up to weep； overwhelmed by a feeling of guilt similar to the one that had tormented her when Remedios died； as if once more her careless words had been responsible for a death。 Her mother consoled her。 She inured her that Colonel Aureliano Buendía would do something to prevent the execution and promised that she would take charge of attracting Gerineldo Márquez herself when the war was over。 She fulfilled her promise before the imagined time。 When Gerineldo Márquez returned to the house； invested with his new dignity of civil and military leader； she received him as a son； thought of delightful bits of flattery to hold him there； and prayed with all her soul that he would remember his plan to marry Amaranta。 Her pleas seemed to be answered。 On the days that he would have lunch at the house； Colonel Gerineldo Márquez would linger on the begonia porch playing Chinese checkers with Amaranta。 ？rsula would bring them coffee and milk and biscuits and would take over the children so that they would not bother them。 Amaranta was really making an effort to kindle in her heart the forgotten ashes of her youthful passion。 With an anxiety that came to be intolerable； she waited for the lunch days； the afternoons of Chinese checkers； and time flew by in the pany of the warrior with a nostalgic name whose fingers trembled imperceptibly as he moved the pieces。 But the day on which Colonel Gerineldo Márquez repeated his wish to marry her； she rejected him。
“I’m not going to marry anyone；？she told him； “much less you。 You love Aureliano so much that you want to marry me because you can’t marry him。？
Colonel Gerineldo Márquez was a patient man。 “I’ll keep on insisting；？he said。 “Sooner or later I’ll convince you。？He kept on visiting the house。 Shut up in her bedroom biting back her secret tears； Amaranta put her fingers in her ears so as not to bear the voice of the suitor as he gave ？rsula the latest war news； and in spite of the fact that she was dying to see him she had the strength not to go out and meet him。
At that time Colonel Aureliano Buendía took the time to send a detailed account to Macondo every two weeks。 But only once； almost eight months after he had left； did he write to ？rsula。 A special messenger brought a sealed envelope to the house with a sheet of paper inside bearing the colonel’s delicate hand： Take good care of Papa because he is going to die。 ？rsula became alarmed。 “If Aureliano says so it’s because Aureliano knows；？she said。 And she had them help her take Jos？Arcadio Buendía to his bedroom。 Not only was he as heavy as ever； but during his prolonged stay under the chestnut tree he had developed the faculty of being able to increase his weight at will； to such a degree that seven men were unable to lift him and they had to drag him to the bed。 A smell of tender mushrooms； of wood…flower fungus； of old and concentrated outdoors impregnated the air of the bedroom as it was breathed by the colossal old man weather…beaten by the sun and the rain。 The next morning he was not in his bed。 In spite of his undiminished strength； Jos？Arcadio Buendía was in no condition to resist。 It was all the same to him。 If he went back to the chestnut tree it was not because he wanted to but because of a habit of his body。 ？rsula took care of him； fed him； brought him news of Aureliano。 But actually； the only person with whom he was able to have contact for a long time was Prudencio Aguilar。 Almost pulverized at