cars which took a whole afternoon to pass by。 The ecclesiastical delegates who had e to investigate the report of the strange death of the birds and the sacrifice of the Wandering Jew found Father Antonio Isabel playing blind man’s buff with the children； and thinking that his report was the product of a hallucination； they took him off to an asylum。 A short time later they sent Father Augusto Angel； a crusader of the new breed； intransigent； audacious； daring； who personally rang the bells several times a day so that the peoples spirits would not get drowsy； and who went from house to house waking up the sleepers to go to mass but before a year was out he too was conquered by the negligence that one breathed in with the air； by the hot dust that made everything old and clogged up； and by the drowsiness caused by lunchtime meatballs in the unbearable heat of siesta time。
With ？rsula’s death the house again fell into a neglect from which it could not be rescued even by a will as resolute and vigorous as that of Amaranta ？rsula； who many years later； being a happy； modern woman without prejudices； with her feet on the ground； opened doors and windows in order to drive away the rain； restored the garden； exterminated the red ants who were already walking across the porch in broad daylight； and tried in vain to reawaken the forgotten spirit of hospitality。 Fernanda’s cloistered passion built in impenetrable dike against ？rsula’s torrential hundred years。 Not only did she refuse to open doors when the arid wind passed through； but she had the windows nailed shut with boards in the shape of a cross； obeying the paternal order of being buried alive。 The expensive correspondence with the invisible doctors ended in failure。 After numerous postponements； she shut herself up in her room on the date and hour agreed upon； covered only by a white sheet and with her head pointed north； and at one o’clock in the morning she felt that they were covering her head with a handkerchief soaked in a glacial liquid。 When she woke up the sun was shining in the window and she had a barbarous stitch in the shape of an arc that began at her crotch and ended at her sternum。 But before she could plete the prescribed rest she received a disturbed letter from the invisible doctors； who mid they had inspected her for six hours without finding anything that corresponded to the symptoms so many times and so scrupulously described by her。 Actually； her pernicious habit of not calling things by their names had brought about a new confusion； for the only thing that the telepathic surgeons had found was a drop in the uterus which could be corrected by the use of a pessary。 The disillusioned Fernanda tried to obtain more precise information； but the unknown correspondents did not answer her letters any more。 She felt so defeated by the weight of an unknown word that she decided to put shame behind her and ask what a pessary was； and only then did she discover that the French doctor had hanged himself to a beam three months earlier and had been buried against the wishes of the townspeople by a former panion in arms of Colonel Aureliano Buendía。 Then she confided in her son Jos？Arcadio and the latter sent her the pessaries from Rome along with a pamphlet explaining their use； which she flushed down the toilet after mitting it to memory so that no one would learn the nature of her troubles。 It was a useless precaution because the only people who lived in the house scarcely paid any attention to her。 Santa Sofía de la Piedad was wandering about in her solitary old age； cooking the little that they ate and almost pletely dedicated to the care of Jos？Arcadio Segundo。 Amaranta ？rsula； who had inherited certain attractions of Remedios the Beauty； spent the time that she had formerly wasted tormenting ？rsula at her schoolwork； and she began to show good judgment and a dedication to study that brought back to Aureliano Segundo the high hopes that Meme had inspired in him。 He had promised her to send her to finish her studies in Brussels； in accord with a custom established during the time of the banana pany； and that illusion had brought him to attempt to revive the lands devastated by the deluge。 The few times that he appeared at the house were for Amaranta ？rsula； because with time he had bee a stranger to Fernanda and little Aureliano was being withdrawn as he approached puberty。 Aureliano Segundo had faith that Fernanda’s heart would soften with old age so that the child could join in the life of the town where no one certainly would make any effort to speculate suspiciously about his origins。 But Aureliano himself seemed to prefer the cloister of solitude and he did not show the least desire to know the world that began at the street door of the house。 When ？rsula had the door of Melquíades？room opened he began to linger about it； peeping through the half…opened door； and no one knew at what moment he became close to Jos？Arcadio Segundo in a link of mutual affection。 Aureliano Segundo discovered that friendship a long time after it had begun； when he heard the child talking about the killing at the station。 It happened once when someone at the table plained about the ruin into which the town had sunk when the banana pany had abandoned it； and Aureliano contradicted him with maturity and with the vision of a grown person。 His point of view； contrary to the general interpretation； was that Macondo had been a prosperous place and well on its way until it was disordered and corrupted and suppressed by the banana pany； whose engineers brought on the deluge as a pretext to avoid promises made to the workers。 Speaking with such good sense that to Fernanda he was like a sacrilegious parody of Jews among the wise men； the child described with precise and convincing details how the army had machine…gunned more than three thousand workers penned up by the station and how they loaded the bodies onto a two…hundred…car train and threw them into the sea。 Convinced as most people were by the official version that nothing had happened； Fernanda was scandalized with the idea that the child had inherited the anarchist ideas of Colonel Aureliano Buendía and told him to be quiet。 Aureliano Segundo； on the other hand； recognized his twin brother’s version。 Actually； in spite of the fact that everyone considered him mad； Jos？Arcadio Segundo was at that time the most lucid inhabitant of the house。 He taught little Aureliano how to read and write； initiated him in the study of the parchments； and he inculcated him with such a personal interpretation of what the banana pany had meant to Macondo that many years later； when Aureliano became part of the world； one would have thought that he was telling a hallucinated version； because it was radically opposed to the false one that historians had created and consecrated in the schoolbooks。 In the small isolated room where the arid air never penetrated； nor the dust； nor the heat； both had the atavistic vision of an old man； his back to the window； wearing a hat with a brim like the wings of a crow who spoke about the world many years before they had been born。 Both described at the same time how it was always March there and always Monday； and then they understood that Jos？Arcadio Buendía was not as crazy as the family said； but that he was the only one who had enough lucidity to sense the truth of the fact that time also stumbled and had accidents and could therefore splinter and leave an eternalized fragment in a room。 Jos？Arcadio Segundo had managed； furthermore； to classify the cryptic letters of the parchments。 He was certain that they corresponded to an alphabet of forty…seven to fifty…three characters； which when separated looked like scratching and scribbling； and which in the fine hand of Melquíades looked like pieces of clothing put out to dry on a line。 Aureliano remembered having seen a similar table in the English encyclopedia； so he brought it to the room to pare it with that of Jos？Arcadio Segundo。 They were indeed the same。
Around the time of the riddle lottery； Aureliano Segundo began waking up with a knot in his throat； as if he were repressing a desire to weep。 Petra Cotes interpreted it as one more of so many upsets brought on by the bad situation； and every morning for over a year she would touch his palate with a dash of honey and give him some radish syrup。 When the knot in his throat became so oppressive that it was difficult for him to breathe； Aureliano Segundo visited Pilar Ternera to see if she knew of some herb that would give him relief。 The dauntless grandmother； who had reached a hundred years of age managing a small； clandestine brothel； did not trust therapeutic superstitions； so she turned the matter over to her cards。 She saw the queen of diamonds with her throat wounded by the steel of the jack of spades； and she deduced that Fernanda was trying to get her husband back home by means of the discredited method of sticking pins into his picture but that she had brought on an internal tumor because of her clumsy knowledge of the black arts。 Since Aureliano Segundo had no other pictures except those of his wedding and the copies were all in the family album； he kept searching all through the house when his wife was not looking； and finally； in the bottom of the dresser； he came across a half…dozen pessaries in their original boxes。 Thinking that the small red rubber rings were objects of witchcraft he put them in his pocket so that Pilar Ternera could have a look at them。 She could not determine their nature； but they looked so suspicious to her that in any case she burned them in a bonfire she built in the courtyard。 In order to conjure away Fernanda’s alleged curse； she told Aureliano Segundo that he should soak a broody hen and bury her alive under the chestnut tree； and he did it with such good faith that when he finished hiding the turned…up earth with dried leaves he already felt that he was breathing better。 For her part； Fernanda interpreted the disappearance as a reprisal by the invisible doctors and she sewed a pocket of casing to the inside of her camisole where she kept the new pessaries that her son sent her。
Six months after he had buried the hen； Aureliano Segundo woke up at midnight with an att