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While Macondo was celebrating the recovery of its memory, José Arcadio Buendía and Melquíades dusted off their old friendship. The gypsy was inclined to stay in the town. He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude. Repudiated by his tribe, having lost all of his supernatural faculties because of his faithfulness to life, he decided to take refuge in that corner of the world which had still not been discovered by death, dedicated to the operation of a daguerreotype laboratory. José Arcadio Buendía had never heard of that invention. But when he saw himself and his whole family fastened onto a sheet of iridescent metal for an eternity, he was mute with stupefaction. That was the date of the oxidized daguerreotype in which José Arcadio Buendía appeared with his bristly and graying hair, his card board collar attached to his shirt by a copper button, and an expression of startled solemnity, whom úrsula described, dying with laughter, as a "frightened general." José Arcadio Buendía was, in fact, frightened on that dear December morning when the daguerreotype was made, for he was thinking that people were slowly wearing away while his image would endure an a metallic plaque. Through a curious reversal of custom, it was úrsula who got that idea out of his head, as it was also she who forgot her ancient bitterness and decided that Melquíades would stay on in the house, although she never permitted them to make a daguerreotype of her because (according to her very words) she did not want to survive as a laughingstock for her grandchildren. That morning she dressed the children in their best clothes, powdered their faces, and gave a spoonful of marrow syrup to each one so that they would all remain absolutely motionless during the nearly two minutes in front of Melquíades fantastic camera. In the family daguerreotype, the only one that ever existed, Aureliano appeared dressed in black velvet between Amaranta and Rebeca. He had the same languor and the same clairvoyant look that he would have years later as he faced the firing squad. But he still had not sensed the premonition of his fate. He was an expert silversmith, praised all over the swampland for the delicacy of his work. In the workshop, which he shared with Melquíades' mad laboratory, he could barely be heard breathing. He seemed to be taking refuge in some other time, while his father and the gypsy with shouts interpreted the predictions of Nostradamus amidst a noise of flasks and trays and the disaster of spilled acids and silver bromide that was lost in the twists and turns it gave at every instant. That dedication to his work, the good judgment with which he directed his attention, had allowed Aureliano to earn in a short time more money than úrsula had with her delicious candy fauna, but everybody thought it strange that he was now a fullgrown man and had not known a woman. It was true that he had never had one.马孔多庆祝记忆复原的时候,霍·阿·布恩蒂亚和梅尔加德斯恢复了往日的友谊。吉卜赛人打算留居镇上。他的确经历过死亡,但是忍受不了孤独,所以回到这儿来了。因为他忠于现实生活,失去了自己的神奇本领,被他的部族抛弃,他就决定在死神还没发现的这个角落里得到一个宁静的栖身之所,把自己献给银版照相术。霍·阿·布恩蒂亚根本没有听说过这样的发明。可是,当他看见自己和全家的人永远印在彩虹色的金属版上时,他惊得说不出话了;霍·阿·布恩蒂亚有一张锈了的照相底版就是这时的——蓬乱的灰色头发,铜妞扣扣上的浆领衬衫,一本正经的惊异表情。乌苏娜笑得要死,认为他象“吓破了胆的将军。”说真的,在那晴朗的十二月的早晨,梅尔加德斯拍照的时候,霍·阿·布恩蒂亚确实吓坏了:他生怕人像移到金属版上,人就会逐渐消瘦。不管多么反常,乌苏娜这一次却为科学辩护,竭力打消丈夫脑瓜里的荒谬想法。他忘了一切旧怨,决定让梅尔加德斯住在他们家里。然而,乌苏娜自己从不让人给她拍照,因为(据她自己的说法)她不愿留下像来成为子孙的笑柄。那天早晨,她给孩子们穿上好衣服,在他们脸上搽了粉,让每人喝了一匙骨髓汤,使他们能在梅尔加德斯奇异的照相机前面凝然不动地站立几乎两分钟。在这张“全家福”(这是过去留下的唯一的照片)上,奥雷连诺穿着黑色丝绒衣服,站在阿玛兰塔和雷贝卡之间,他的神情倦怠,目光明澈,多年以后,他就是这副神态站在行刑队面前的。可是,照片上的青年当时还没听到命运的召唤,他只是一个能干的首饰匠,由于工作认真,在整个沼泽地带都受到尊重。他的作坊同时是梅尔加德斯的试验室,这儿几乎听不到他的声音。在瓶子的当嘟声和盘子的敲击声中,在接连不断的灾难中:酸溢出来了,溴化银浪费掉了,当他的父亲和吉卜赛人大声争论纳斯特拉达马斯的预言时,奥雷连诺似乎呆在另一个世界里。奥雷连诺忘我地工作,善于维护自己的利益,因此在短时期内,他挣的钱就超过了乌苏娜出售糖动物的收益。大家觉得奇怪的只有一点——他已经是个完全成熟的人,为什么至今不结交女人,的确,他还没有女人。
Several months later saw the return of Francisco the Man, as ancient vagabond who was almost two hundred years old and who frequently passed through Macondo distributing songs that he composed himself. In them Francisco the Man told in great detail the things that had happened in the towns along his route, from Manaure to the edge of the swamp, so that if anyone had a message to send or an event to make public, he would pay him two cents to include it in his repertory. That was how úrsula learned of the death of her mother, as a simple consequence of listening to the songs in the hope that they would say something about her son José Arcadio. Francisco the Man, called that because he had once defeated 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, accompanying 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 coming, 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.过了几个月,那个弗兰西斯科人又来到了马孔多;他是个老流浪汉,差不多两百岁了。他常常路过马孔多,带来自编的歌曲。在这些歌曲中,弗兰西斯科人非常详细地描绘了一些事情,这些事情都发生在他途中经过的地方——从马诺尔村到沼泽地另一边的城乡里,所以,谁想把信息传给熟人,或者想把什么家事公诸于世,只消付两分钱,弗兰西斯科人就可把它列入自己的节目。有一天傍晚,乌苏娜听唱时希望知道儿子的消息,却完全意外地听到了自己母亲的死讯。“弗兰西斯科人”这个绰号的由来,是他在编歌比赛中战胜过魔鬼,他的真名实姓是谁也不知道的;失眠症流行时,他就从马孔多消失了,现在又突然来到了卡塔林诺游艺场。大家都去听他吟唱,了解世界上发生的事儿。跟弗兰西斯科人一起来到马孔多的,有一个妇人和一个年轻的混血姑娘;妇人挺胖,是四个印第安人用摇椅把她抬来的;她头上撑着一把小伞,遮住阳光。混血姑娘却是一副可怜相。这一次,奥雷连诺也来到了卡塔林诺游艺场。弗兰西斯科人端坐在一群听众中间,仿佛一条硕大的变色龙。他用老年人颤抖的声调歌唱,拿华特·赖利在圭亚那给他的那个古老的手风琴伴奏,用步行者的大脚掌打着拍子;他的脚掌已给海盐弄得裂开了。屋子深处看得见另一个房间的门,一个个男人不时挨次进去,摇椅抬来的那个胖妇人坐在门口,默不作声地扇着扇子,卡塔林诺耳后别着一朵假玫瑰,正在卖甘蔗酒,并且利用一切借口走到男人跟前,把手伸到他们身上去摸不该摸的地方。时到午夜,热得难受。奥雷连诺听完一切消息,可是没有发现任何跟自己的家庭有关的事。他已经准备离开,这时那个妇人却用手招呼他。
"You go in too." she told him. "It only costs twenty cents."“你也进去吧,”她说。“只花两角钱。”

While Macondo was celebrating the recovery of its memory, José Arcadio Buendía and Melquíades dusted off their old friendship. The gypsy was inclined to stay in the town. He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude. Repudiated by his tribe, having lost all of his supernatural faculties because of his faithfulness to life, he decided to take refuge in that corner of the world which had still not been discovered by death, dedicated to the operation of a daguerreotype laboratory. José Arcadio Buendía had never heard of that invention. But when he saw himself and his whole family fastened onto a sheet of iridescent metal for an eternity, he was mute with stupefaction. That was the date of the oxidized daguerreotype in which José Arcadio Buendía appeared with his bristly and graying hair, his card board collar attached to his shirt by a copper button, and an expression of startled solemnity, whom úrsula described, dying with laughter, as a "frightened general." José Arcadio Buendía was, in fact, frightened on that dear December morning when the daguerreotype was made, for he was thinking that people were slowly wearing away while his image would endure an a metallic plaque. Through a curious reversal of custom, it was úrsula who got that idea out of his head, as it was also she who forgot her ancient bitterness and decided that Melquíades would stay on in the house, although she never permitted them to make a daguerreotype of her because (according to her very words) she did not want to survive as a laughingstock for her grandchildren. That morning she dressed the children in their best clothes, powdered their faces, and gave a spoonful of marrow syrup to each one so that they would all remain absolutely motionless during the nearly two minutes in front of Melquíades fantastic camera. In the family daguerreotype, the only one that ever existed, Aureliano appeared dressed in black velvet between Amaranta and Rebeca. He had the same languor and the same clairvoyant look that he would have years later as he faced the firing squad. But he still had not sensed the premonition of his fate. He was an expert silversmith, praised all over the swampland for the delicacy of his work. In the workshop, which he shared with Melquíades' mad laboratory, he could barely be heard breathing. He seemed to be taking refuge in some other time, while his father and the gypsy with shouts interpreted the predictions of Nostradamus amidst a noise of flasks and trays and the disaster of spilled acids and silver bromide that was lost in the twists and turns it gave at every instant. That dedication to his work, the good judgment with which he directed his attention, had allowed Aureliano to earn in a short time more money than úrsula had with her delicious candy fauna, but everybody thought it strange that he was now a fullgrown man and had not known a woman. It was true that he had never had one.
Several months later saw the return of Francisco the Man, as ancient vagabond who was almost two hundred years old and who frequently passed through Macondo distributing songs that he composed himself. In them Francisco the Man told in great detail the things that had happened in the towns along his route, from Manaure to the edge of the swamp, so that if anyone had a message to send or an event to make public, he would pay him two cents to include it in his repertory. That was how úrsula learned of the death of her mother, as a simple consequence of listening to the songs in the hope that they would say something about her son José Arcadio. Francisco the Man, called that because he had once defeated 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, accompanying 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 coming, 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."


马孔多庆祝记忆复原的时候,霍·阿·布恩蒂亚和梅尔加德斯恢复了往日的友谊。吉卜赛人打算留居镇上。他的确经历过死亡,但是忍受不了孤独,所以回到这儿来了。因为他忠于现实生活,失去了自己的神奇本领,被他的部族抛弃,他就决定在死神还没发现的这个角落里得到一个宁静的栖身之所,把自己献给银版照相术。霍·阿·布恩蒂亚根本没有听说过这样的发明。可是,当他看见自己和全家的人永远印在彩虹色的金属版上时,他惊得说不出话了;霍·阿·布恩蒂亚有一张锈了的照相底版就是这时的——蓬乱的灰色头发,铜妞扣扣上的浆领衬衫,一本正经的惊异表情。乌苏娜笑得要死,认为他象“吓破了胆的将军。”说真的,在那晴朗的十二月的早晨,梅尔加德斯拍照的时候,霍·阿·布恩蒂亚确实吓坏了:他生怕人像移到金属版上,人就会逐渐消瘦。不管多么反常,乌苏娜这一次却为科学辩护,竭力打消丈夫脑瓜里的荒谬想法。他忘了一切旧怨,决定让梅尔加德斯住在他们家里。然而,乌苏娜自己从不让人给她拍照,因为(据她自己的说法)她不愿留下像来成为子孙的笑柄。那天早晨,她给孩子们穿上好衣服,在他们脸上搽了粉,让每人喝了一匙骨髓汤,使他们能在梅尔加德斯奇异的照相机前面凝然不动地站立几乎两分钟。在这张“全家福”(这是过去留下的唯一的照片)上,奥雷连诺穿着黑色丝绒衣服,站在阿玛兰塔和雷贝卡之间,他的神情倦怠,目光明澈,多年以后,他就是这副神态站在行刑队面前的。可是,照片上的青年当时还没听到命运的召唤,他只是一个能干的首饰匠,由于工作认真,在整个沼泽地带都受到尊重。他的作坊同时是梅尔加德斯的试验室,这儿几乎听不到他的声音。在瓶子的当嘟声和盘子的敲击声中,在接连不断的灾难中:酸溢出来了,溴化银浪费掉了,当他的父亲和吉卜赛人大声争论纳斯特拉达马斯的预言时,奥雷连诺似乎呆在另一个世界里。奥雷连诺忘我地工作,善于维护自己的利益,因此在短时期内,他挣的钱就超过了乌苏娜出售糖动物的收益。大家觉得奇怪的只有一点——他已经是个完全成熟的人,为什么至今不结交女人,的确,他还没有女人。
过了几个月,那个弗兰西斯科人又来到了马孔多;他是个老流浪汉,差不多两百岁了。他常常路过马孔多,带来自编的歌曲。在这些歌曲中,弗兰西斯科人非常详细地描绘了一些事情,这些事情都发生在他途中经过的地方——从马诺尔村到沼泽地另一边的城乡里,所以,谁想把信息传给熟人,或者想把什么家事公诸于世,只消付两分钱,弗兰西斯科人就可把它列入自己的节目。有一天傍晚,乌苏娜听唱时希望知道儿子的消息,却完全意外地听到了自己母亲的死讯。“弗兰西斯科人”这个绰号的由来,是他在编歌比赛中战胜过魔鬼,他的真名实姓是谁也不知道的;失眠症流行时,他就从马孔多消失了,现在又突然来到了卡塔林诺游艺场。大家都去听他吟唱,了解世界上发生的事儿。跟弗兰西斯科人一起来到马孔多的,有一个妇人和一个年轻的混血姑娘;妇人挺胖,是四个印第安人用摇椅把她抬来的;她头上撑着一把小伞,遮住阳光。混血姑娘却是一副可怜相。这一次,奥雷连诺也来到了卡塔林诺游艺场。弗兰西斯科人端坐在一群听众中间,仿佛一条硕大的变色龙。他用老年人颤抖的声调歌唱,拿华特·赖利在圭亚那给他的那个古老的手风琴伴奏,用步行者的大脚掌打着拍子;他的脚掌已给海盐弄得裂开了。屋子深处看得见另一个房间的门,一个个男人不时挨次进去,摇椅抬来的那个胖妇人坐在门口,默不作声地扇着扇子,卡塔林诺耳后别着一朵假玫瑰,正在卖甘蔗酒,并且利用一切借口走到男人跟前,把手伸到他们身上去摸不该摸的地方。时到午夜,热得难受。奥雷连诺听完一切消息,可是没有发现任何跟自己的家庭有关的事。他已经准备离开,这时那个妇人却用手招呼他。
“你也进去吧,”她说。“只花两角钱。”
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