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at of Aureliano; who from the first had revealed a strange intuition for alchemy。 The laboratory had been dusted off。 Reviewing Melquíades?notes; serene now; without the exaltation of novelty; in prolonged and patient sessions they tried to separate ?rsula’s gold from the debris that was stuck to the bottom of the pot。 Young Jos?Arcadio scarcely took part in the process。 While his father was involved body and soul with his water pipe; the willful firstborn; who had always been too big for his age; had bee a monumental adolescent。 His voice had changed。 An incipient fuzz appeared on his upper lip。 One night; as ?rsula went into the room where he was undressing to go to bed; she felt a mingled sense of shame and pity: he was the first man that she had seen naked after her husband; and he was so wellequipped for life that he seemed abnormal。 ?rsula; pregnant for the third time; relived her newlywed terror。
   Around that time a merry; foulmouthed; provocative woman came to the house to help with the chorea; and she knew how to read the future in cards。 ?rsula spoke to her about her son。 She thought that his disproportionate size was something as unnatural as her cousin’s tail of a pig。 The woman let out an expansive laugh that resounded through the house like a spray of broken glass。 “Just the opposite;?she said。 “He’ll be very lucky。?In order to confirm her prediction she brought her cards to the house a few days later and locked herself up with Jos?Arcadio in a granary off the kitchen。 She calmly placed her cards on an old carpenter’s bench。 saying anything that came into her head; while the boy waited beside her; more bored than intrigued。 Suddenly she reached out her hand and touched him。 “Lordy!?she said; sincerely startled; and that was all she could say。 Jos?Arcadio felt his bones filling up with foam; a languid fear; and a terrible desire to weep。 The woman made no insinuations。 But Jos?Arcadio kept looking for her all night long; for the smell of smoke that she had under her armpits and that had got caught under his skin。 He wanted to be with her all the time; he wanted her to be his mother; for them never to leave the granary; and for her to say “Lordy!?to him。 One day he could not stand it any more and。 he went looking for her at her house: He made a formal visit; sitting unprehendingly in the living room without saying a word。 At that moment he had no desire for her。 He found her different; entirely foreign to the image that her smell brought on; as if she were someone else。 He drank his coffee and left the house in depression。 That night; during the frightful time of lying awake; he desired her again with a brutal anxiety; but he did not want her that time as she had been in the granary but as she had been that afternoon。
   Days later the woman suddenly called him to her house; where she was alone with her mother; and she had him e into the bedroom with the pretext of showing him a deck of cards。 Then she touched him with such freedom that he suffered a delusion after the initial shudder; and he felt more fear than pleasure。 She asked him to e and see her that night。 He agreed。 in order to get away; knowing that he was incapable of going。 But that night; in his burning bed; he understood that he had to go we her; even if he were not capable。 He got dressed by feel; listening in the dark to his brother’s calm breathing; the dry cough of his father in the next room; the asthma of the hens in the courtyard; the buzz of the mosquitoes; the beating of his heart; and the inordinate bustle of a world that he had not noticed until then; and he went out into the sleeping street。 With all his heart he wanted the door to be barred and not just closed as she had promised him。 But it was open。 He pushed it with the tips of his fingers and the hinges yielded with a mournful and articulate moan that left a frozen echo inside of him。 From the moment he entered; sideways and trying not to make a noise; he caught the smell。 He was still in the hallway; where the woman’s three brothers had their hammocks in positions that he could not see and that he could not determine in the darkness as he felt his way along the hall to push open the bedroom door and get his bearings there so as not to mistake the bed。 He found it。 He bumped against the ropes of the hammocks; which were lower than he had suspected; and a man who had been snoring until then turned in his sleep and said in a kind of delusion; “It was Wednesday。?When he pushed open the bedroom door; he could not prevent it from scraping against the uneven floor。 Suddenly; in the absolute darkness; he understood with a hopeless nostalgia that he was pletely disoriented。 Sleeping in the narrow room were the mother; another daughter with her husband and two children; and the woman; who may not have been there。 He could have guided himself by the smell if the smell had not been all over the house; so devious and at the same time so definite; as it had always been on his skin。 He did not move for a long time; wondering in fright how he had ever got to that abyss of abandonment; when a hand with all its fingers extended and feeling about in the darkness touched his face。 He was not surprised; for without knowing; he had been expecting it。 Then he gave himself over to that hand; and in a terrible state of exhaustion he let himself be led to a shapeless place where his clothes were taken off and he was heaved about like a sack of potatoes and thrown from one side to the other in a bottomless darkness in which his arms were useless; where it no longer smelled of woman but of ammonia; and where he tried to remember her face and found before him the face of ?rsula; confusedly aware that he was doing something that for a very long time he had wanted to do but that he had imagined could really never be done; not knowing what he was doing because he did not know where his feet were or where his head was; or whose feet or whose head; and feeling that he could no longer resist the glacial rumbling of his kidneys and the air of his intestines; and fear; and the bewildered anxiety to flee and at the same time stay forever in that exasperated silence and that fearful solitude。
   Her name was Pilar Ternera。 She had been part of the exodus that ended with the founding of Macondo; dragged along by her family in order to separate her from the man who had raped her at fourteen and had continued to love her until she was twentytwo; but who never made up his mind to make the situation public because he was a man apart。 He promised to follow her to the ends of the earth; but only later on; when he put his affairs in order; and she had bee tired of waiting for him; always identifying him with the tall and short; blond and brunet men that her cards promised from land and sea within three days; three months; or three years。 With her waiting she had lost the strength of her thighs; the firmness of her breasts; her habit of tenderness; but she kept the madness of her heart intact。 Maddened by that prodigious plaything; Jos?Arcadio followed her path every night through the labyrinth of the room。 On a certain occasion he found the door barred; and he knocked several times; knowing that if he had the boldness to knock the first time he would have had to knock until the last; and after an interminable wait she opened the door for him。 During the day; lying down to dream; he would secretly enjoy the memories of the night before。 But when she came into the house; merry; indifferent; chatty; he did not have to make any effort to hide his tension; because that woman; whose explosive laugh frightened off the doves; had nothing to do with the invisible power that taught him how to breathe from within and control his heartbeats; and that had permitted him to understand why man are afraid of death。 He was so wrapped up in himself that he did not even understand the joy of everyone when his father and his brother aroused the household with the news that they had succeeded in penetrating the metallic debris and had separated ?rsula’s gold。
   They had succeeded; as a matter of fact; after putting in plicated and persevering days at it。 ?rsula was happy; and she even gave thanks to God for the invention of alchemy; while 

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