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He remained shut up, absorbed in the parchments, which he was slowly unraveling and whose meaning, nevertheless, he was unable to interpret. Jos?Arcadio would bring slices of ham to him in his room, sugared flowers which left a spring-like aftertaste in his mouth, and on two occasions a glass of fine wine. He was not interested in the parchments, which he thought of more as an esoteric pastime, but his attention was attracted by the rare wisdom and the inexplicable knowledge of the world that his desolate kinsman had. He discovered then that he could understand written English and that between parchments he had gone from the first page to the last of the six volumes of the encyclopedia as if it were a novel. At first he attributed to that the fact that Aureliano could speak about Rome as if he had lived there many years, but he soon became aware that he knew things that were not in the encyclopedia, such as the price of items. “Everything is known,?was the only reply he received from Aureliano when he askedhim where he had got that information from. Aureliano, for his part, was surprised that Jos?Arcadio when seen from close by was so different from the image that he had formed of him when he saw him wandering through the house. He was capable of laughing, of allowing himself from time to time a feeling of nostalgia for the past of the house, and of showing concern for the state of misery present in Melquíades?room. That drawing closer together of two solitary people of the same blood was far from friendship, but it did allow them both to bear up better under the unfathomable solitude that separated and united them at the same time. Jos?Arcadio could then turn to Aureliano to untangle certain domestic problems that exasperated him. Aureliano, in turn, could sit and read on the porch, waiting for the letters from Amaranta ?rsula, which still arrived with the usual punctuality, and could use the bathroom, from which Jos?Arcadio had banished him when he arrived.

奥雷连诺·布恩蒂亚继续独自一人坐在房间里钻研羊皮纸手稿,逐渐把它全部译了出来,尽管上面的意思依然不得其解。霍·阿卡蒂奥经常把一片片火腿,把一些使人嘴里留下春天余味的花状糖果,送到奥雷连诺·布恩蒂亚房间里;有两次,他来的时候,甚至还拿着一杯上等葡萄酒。霍。 阿卡蒂奥并不想了解羊皮纸手稿,他总觉得那是一本只适合古代文人阅读的闲书,但他对这个被人忘却的亲戚却很感兴趣,没有想到他居然掌握了罕见的学问和深奥的知识。原来,奥雷连诺。 布恩蒂亚懂得英文, 在研究羊皮纸手稿的间隙中,他看完了六卷本的英国百科全书,象看长篇小说一样,从第一页看到最后一页。关于罗马,奥雷连诺·布恩蒂亚可以侃侃而谈,好象一个在那儿住了多年的人,霍·阿卡蒂奥起先把这归因于他看的百科全书,但是很快就明白他的亲戚还知道许多不可能从百科全书上汲取的东西:譬如物价。问他是从哪儿知道这些情况的,奥雷连诺。 布恩蒂亚总是回答,“一切都可以认识嘛!”奥雷连诺·布恩蒂亚也觉得惊异,他只是从远处望见霍·阿卡蒂奥在一个个房间里踱来踱去,但是在有所了解以后,才知道他不象自己所想的那样。他发现霍,阿卡蒂奥不但善于笑,偶尔还会情不自禁地怀念这座房子昔日的宏伟气派,看见梅尔加德斯房间里的一片荒羌景象就难过地叹气。两个同血统的单身汉这样接近,距离友谊自然还远,可是这样接近毕竟排遣了他俩的无限孤独,他们俩既分离又联合。现在,霍·阿卡蒂奥可以去找奥雷连诺·布恩蒂亚,请他帮助解决一些迫切的问题,因为霍。 阿卡蒂奥本人对这些事情毫无办法,简直不知道怎么处理,而奥雷连诺。 布恩蒂亚也得到了霍·阿卡蒂奥的同意,可以坐在长廊上看书,收读阿玛兰塔·乌苏娜继续以从前那种一本正经的态度写给他的信,使用霍·阿卡蒂奥从前不让他进去的浴室。
One hot dawn they both woke up in alarm at an urgent knocking on the street door. It was a dark old man with large green eyes that gave his face a ghostly phosphorescence and with a cross of ashes on his forehead. His clothing in tatters, his shoes cracked, the old knapsack on his shoulder his only luggage, he looked like a beggar, but his bearing had a dignity that was in frank contradiction to his appearance. It was only necessary to look at him once, even in the shadows of the parlor, to realize that the secret strength that allowed him to live was not the instinct of self-preservation but the habit of fear. It was Aureliano Amador, the only survivor of Colonel Aureliano Buendía’s seventeen sons, searching for a respite in his long and hazardous existence as a fugitive. He identified himself, begged them to give him refuge in that house which during his nights as a pariah he had remembered as the last redoubt of safety left for him in life. But Jos?Arcadio and Aureliano did not remember him. Thinking that he was a tramp, they pushed him into the street. They both saw from the doorway the end of a drama that had began before Jos?Arcadio had reached the age of reason. Two policemen who had been chasing Aureliano Amador for years, who had tracked him like bloodhounds across half the world, came out from among the almond trees on the opposite sidewalk and took two shots with their Mausers which neatly penetrated the cross of ashes.一个炎热的早晨,他们被一阵急促的敲门声惊醒。敲门的是一个陌生老头儿。一对绿莹莹的大眼睛闪着幽灵似的光芒。老头儿有一副严峻的面孔,额上现出一个灰十字。那件褴褛的衣服,那双破旧不堪的皮鞋,那只搭在肩上的旧麻袋——这是他唯一的财产——使他显出一副穷汉的模样,但是他的举止依然显得尊严,跟他的外貌形成鲜明的对比。在半明不暗的客厅中,甚至一眼就能看出,支持这个人生存的内在力量,并不是自卫的本能,而是经常的恐惧。原来,这是奥雷连诺·阿马多。在奥雷连诺上校的十六个儿子当中,他是唯一幸存的人。一种完全意外的逃犯生活,把他弄得精疲力竭,他渴望休息。他说出自己的名字,恳求他俩让他在房子里住下来,因为在那些不眠之夜里,他曾把这座房子看作是他在大地上的最后一个避难所。谁知霍。 阿卡蒂奥和奥雷连诺·布恩蒂亚一点也不知道这个亲戚,他俩把他错当成一个流浪汉,把他猛地推到街上。他俩站在门口,目睹了早在霍·阿卡蒂奥出世之前就开始的一场戏剧的结局。在街道对面的几棵杏树下,忽然出现警察局的两个密探——他们在过去的许多年中,一直在追捕奥雷连诺·阿马多,——他们象两条猎犬似的顺着他的踪迹从门前跑过,只听到“砰砰”两声枪响,奥雷连诺·阿马多一头栽倒在地上,两颗子弹正好打中他额上的那个十字。
Ever since he had expelled the children from the house, Jos?Arcadio was really waiting for news of an ocean liner that would leave for Naples before Christmas. He had told Aureliano and had even made plans to set him up in a business that would bring him a living, because the baskets of food had stopped coming since Fernanda’s burial. But that last dream would not be fulfilled either. One September morning, after having coffee in the kitchen with Aureliano, Jos?Arcadio was finishing his daily bath when through the openings in the tiles the four children he had expelled from the house burst in. Without giving him time to defend himself, they jumped into the pool fully clothed, grabbed him by the hair, and held his head under the water until the bubbling of his death throes ceased on the surface and his silent and pale dolphin body dipped down to the bottom of the fragrant water. Then they took out the three sacks of gold from the hiding place which was known only to them and their victim. It was such a rapid,methodical, and brutal action that it was like a military operation. Aureliano, shut up in his room, was not aware of anything. That afternoon, having missed him in the kitchen, he looked for Jos?Arcadio all over the house and found him floating on the perfumed mirror of the pool, enormous and bloated and still thinking about Amaranta. Only then did he understand how much he had began to love him.在一群野孩子被赶出房子之后,霍·阿卡蒂奥在生活中期待的就是远航大西洋的轮船消息,他必须赶在圣诞节之前到达那不勒斯。他把这件事告诉奥雷连诺·布恩蒂亚,甚至想为他做一笔生意,使他能够生活下去,因为菲兰达去世之后,再也没有人送过一篮子食物来了,可是这最后一个理想也注定要变成泡影。有一次,七月的一天清晨,霍·阿卡蒂奥在厨房里喝完奥雷连诺·布恩蒂亚煮的一杯咖啡,正在浴室里结束自己照例的沐浴程式,突然从瓦屋顶上跳下那四个已被赶出房子的男孩,他们不等他醒悟过来,连衣服还没脱下,就扑进浴池,揪住霍·阿卡蒂奥的头发,把他的脑袋按在水里,直到水面不再冒出气泡,直到教皇的继承人无声的苍白的身躯沉到香气四溢的水底。然后,这群男孩赶紧从只有他们和受难者知道的那个地窖里取出三袋金币,扛在肩上跑掉了。整个战斗是按军事要求进行的,有组织的,迅捷而又残忍。奥雷连诺。 布恩蒂亚正独自一人坐在自己的房间里,他对一切都没怀疑。到了晚上,他走进厨房,发现霍·阿卡蒂奥不在那儿,便开始在整座房子里寻找起来,终于在浴室里找到了。霍。 阿卡蒂奥巨大膨胀的身躯漂在香气四溢、平静如镜的浴池水面上,他似乎还在思念着阿玛兰塔哩。这时,奥雷连诺。 布恩蒂亚才感到自己多么喜欢他。

He remained shut up, absorbed in the parchments, which he was slowly unraveling and whose meaning, nevertheless, he was unable to interpret. Jos?Arcadio would bring slices of ham to him in his room, sugared flowers which left a spring-like aftertaste in his mouth, and on two occasions a glass of fine wine. He was not interested in the parchments, which he thought of more as an esoteric pastime, but his attention was attracted by the rare wisdom and the inexplicable knowledge of the world that his desolate kinsman had. He discovered then that he could understand written English and that between parchments he had gone from the first page to the last of the six volumes of the encyclopedia as if it were a novel. At first he attributed to that the fact that Aureliano could speak about Rome as if he had lived there many years, but he soon became aware that he knew things that were not in the encyclopedia, such as the price of items. “Everything is known,?was the only reply he received from Aureliano when he askedhim where he had got that information from. Aureliano, for his part, was surprised that Jos?Arcadio when seen from close by was so different from the image that he had formed of him when he saw him wandering through the house. He was capable of laughing, of allowing himself from time to time a feeling of nostalgia for the past of the house, and of showing concern for the state of misery present in Melquíades?room. That drawing closer together of two solitary people of the same blood was far from friendship, but it did allow them both to bear up better under the unfathomable solitude that separated and united them at the same time. Jos?Arcadio could then turn to Aureliano to untangle certain domestic problems that exasperated him. Aureliano, in turn, could sit and read on the porch, waiting for the letters from Amaranta ?rsula, which still arrived with the usual punctuality, and could use the bathroom, from which Jos?Arcadio had banished him when he arrived.
One hot dawn they both woke up in alarm at an urgent knocking on the street door. It was a dark old man with large green eyes that gave his face a ghostly phosphorescence and with a cross of ashes on his forehead. His clothing in tatters, his shoes cracked, the old knapsack on his shoulder his only luggage, he looked like a beggar, but his bearing had a dignity that was in frank contradiction to his appearance. It was only necessary to look at him once, even in the shadows of the parlor, to realize that the secret strength that allowed him to live was not the instinct of self-preservation but the habit of fear. It was Aureliano Amador, the only survivor of Colonel Aureliano Buendía’s seventeen sons, searching for a respite in his long and hazardous existence as a fugitive. He identified himself, begged them to give him refuge in that house which during his nights as a pariah he had remembered as the last redoubt of safety left for him in life. But Jos?Arcadio and Aureliano did not remember him. Thinking that he was a tramp, they pushed him into the street. They both saw from the doorway the end of a drama that had began before Jos?Arcadio had reached the age of reason. Two policemen who had been chasing Aureliano Amador for years, who had tracked him like bloodhounds across half the world, came out from among the almond trees on the opposite sidewalk and took two shots with their Mausers which neatly penetrated the cross of ashes.
Ever since he had expelled the children from the house, Jos?Arcadio was really waiting for news of an ocean liner that would leave for Naples before Christmas. He had told Aureliano and had even made plans to set him up in a business that would bring him a living, because the baskets of food had stopped coming since Fernanda’s burial. But that last dream would not be fulfilled either. One September morning, after having coffee in the kitchen with Aureliano, Jos?Arcadio was finishing his daily bath when through the openings in the tiles the four children he had expelled from the house burst in. Without giving him time to defend himself, they jumped into the pool fully clothed, grabbed him by the hair, and held his head under the water until the bubbling of his death throes ceased on the surface and his silent and pale dolphin body dipped down to the bottom of the fragrant water. Then they took out the three sacks of gold from the hiding place which was known only to them and their victim. It was such a rapid,methodical, and brutal action that it was like a military operation. Aureliano, shut up in his room, was not aware of anything. That afternoon, having missed him in the kitchen, he looked for Jos?Arcadio all over the house and found him floating on the perfumed mirror of the pool, enormous and bloated and still thinking about Amaranta. Only then did he understand how much he had began to love him.


奥雷连诺·布恩蒂亚继续独自一人坐在房间里钻研羊皮纸手稿,逐渐把它全部译了出来,尽管上面的意思依然不得其解。霍·阿卡蒂奥经常把一片片火腿,把一些使人嘴里留下春天余味的花状糖果,送到奥雷连诺·布恩蒂亚房间里;有两次,他来的时候,甚至还拿着一杯上等葡萄酒。霍。 阿卡蒂奥并不想了解羊皮纸手稿,他总觉得那是一本只适合古代文人阅读的闲书,但他对这个被人忘却的亲戚却很感兴趣,没有想到他居然掌握了罕见的学问和深奥的知识。原来,奥雷连诺。 布恩蒂亚懂得英文, 在研究羊皮纸手稿的间隙中,他看完了六卷本的英国百科全书,象看长篇小说一样,从第一页看到最后一页。关于罗马,奥雷连诺·布恩蒂亚可以侃侃而谈,好象一个在那儿住了多年的人,霍·阿卡蒂奥起先把这归因于他看的百科全书,但是很快就明白他的亲戚还知道许多不可能从百科全书上汲取的东西:譬如物价。问他是从哪儿知道这些情况的,奥雷连诺。 布恩蒂亚总是回答,“一切都可以认识嘛!”奥雷连诺·布恩蒂亚也觉得惊异,他只是从远处望见霍·阿卡蒂奥在一个个房间里踱来踱去,但是在有所了解以后,才知道他不象自己所想的那样。他发现霍,阿卡蒂奥不但善于笑,偶尔还会情不自禁地怀念这座房子昔日的宏伟气派,看见梅尔加德斯房间里的一片荒羌景象就难过地叹气。两个同血统的单身汉这样接近,距离友谊自然还远,可是这样接近毕竟排遣了他俩的无限孤独,他们俩既分离又联合。现在,霍·阿卡蒂奥可以去找奥雷连诺·布恩蒂亚,请他帮助解决一些迫切的问题,因为霍。 阿卡蒂奥本人对这些事情毫无办法,简直不知道怎么处理,而奥雷连诺。 布恩蒂亚也得到了霍·阿卡蒂奥的同意,可以坐在长廊上看书,收读阿玛兰塔·乌苏娜继续以从前那种一本正经的态度写给他的信,使用霍·阿卡蒂奥从前不让他进去的浴室。
一个炎热的早晨,他们被一阵急促的敲门声惊醒。敲门的是一个陌生老头儿。一对绿莹莹的大眼睛闪着幽灵似的光芒。老头儿有一副严峻的面孔,额上现出一个灰十字。那件褴褛的衣服,那双破旧不堪的皮鞋,那只搭在肩上的旧麻袋——这是他唯一的财产——使他显出一副穷汉的模样,但是他的举止依然显得尊严,跟他的外貌形成鲜明的对比。在半明不暗的客厅中,甚至一眼就能看出,支持这个人生存的内在力量,并不是自卫的本能,而是经常的恐惧。原来,这是奥雷连诺·阿马多。在奥雷连诺上校的十六个儿子当中,他是唯一幸存的人。一种完全意外的逃犯生活,把他弄得精疲力竭,他渴望休息。他说出自己的名字,恳求他俩让他在房子里住下来,因为在那些不眠之夜里,他曾把这座房子看作是他在大地上的最后一个避难所。谁知霍。 阿卡蒂奥和奥雷连诺·布恩蒂亚一点也不知道这个亲戚,他俩把他错当成一个流浪汉,把他猛地推到街上。他俩站在门口,目睹了早在霍·阿卡蒂奥出世之前就开始的一场戏剧的结局。在街道对面的几棵杏树下,忽然出现警察局的两个密探——他们在过去的许多年中,一直在追捕奥雷连诺·阿马多,——他们象两条猎犬似的顺着他的踪迹从门前跑过,只听到“砰砰”两声枪响,奥雷连诺·阿马多一头栽倒在地上,两颗子弹正好打中他额上的那个十字。
在一群野孩子被赶出房子之后,霍·阿卡蒂奥在生活中期待的就是远航大西洋的轮船消息,他必须赶在圣诞节之前到达那不勒斯。他把这件事告诉奥雷连诺·布恩蒂亚,甚至想为他做一笔生意,使他能够生活下去,因为菲兰达去世之后,再也没有人送过一篮子食物来了,可是这最后一个理想也注定要变成泡影。有一次,七月的一天清晨,霍·阿卡蒂奥在厨房里喝完奥雷连诺·布恩蒂亚煮的一杯咖啡,正在浴室里结束自己照例的沐浴程式,突然从瓦屋顶上跳下那四个已被赶出房子的男孩,他们不等他醒悟过来,连衣服还没脱下,就扑进浴池,揪住霍·阿卡蒂奥的头发,把他的脑袋按在水里,直到水面不再冒出气泡,直到教皇的继承人无声的苍白的身躯沉到香气四溢的水底。然后,这群男孩赶紧从只有他们和受难者知道的那个地窖里取出三袋金币,扛在肩上跑掉了。整个战斗是按军事要求进行的,有组织的,迅捷而又残忍。奥雷连诺。 布恩蒂亚正独自一人坐在自己的房间里,他对一切都没怀疑。到了晚上,他走进厨房,发现霍·阿卡蒂奥不在那儿,便开始在整座房子里寻找起来,终于在浴室里找到了。霍。 阿卡蒂奥巨大膨胀的身躯漂在香气四溢、平静如镜的浴池水面上,他似乎还在思念着阿玛兰塔哩。这时,奥雷连诺。 布恩蒂亚才感到自己多么喜欢他。
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nostalgia [nɔs'tældʒiə]

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