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initials for his birthday。 On Tuesdays； after lunch； while she would embroider on the porch； he would keep her happy pany。 For Pietro Crespi； that woman whom he always had considered and treated as a child was a revelation。 Although her temperament lacked grace； she had a rare sensibility for appreciating the things of the world and had a secret tenderness。 One Tuesday； when no one doubted that sooner or later it had to happen； Pietro Crespi asked her to marry him。 She did not stop her work。 She waited for the hot blush to leave her ears and gave her voice a serene stress of maturity。
“Of course； Crespi；？she said。 “But when we know each other better。 It’s never good to be hasty in things。？
？rsula was confused。 In spite of the esteem she had for Pietro Crespi； she could not tell whether his decision was good or bad from the moral point of view after his prolonged and famous engagement to Rebeca。 But she finally accepted it as an unqualified fact because no one shared her doubts。 Aureliano； who was the man of the house； confused her further with his enigmatic and final opinion：
“These are not times to go around thinking about weddings。？
That opinion； which ？rsula understood only some months later； was the only sincere one that Aureliano could express at that moment； not only with respect to marriage； but to anything that was not war。 He himself； facing a firing squad； would not understand too well the concatenation of the series of subtle but irrevocable accidents that brought him to that point。 The death of Remedios had not produced the despair that he had feared。 It was； rather； a dull feeling of rage that grades ally dissolved in a solitary and passive frustration similar to the one he had felt during the time he was resigned to living without a woman。 He plunged into his work again； but he kept up the custom of playing dominoes with his fatherinlaw。 In a house bound up in mourning； the nightly conversations consolidated the friendship between the two men。 “Get married again。 Aurelito；？his fatherinlaw would tell him。 “I have six daughters for you to choose from。？On one occasion on the eve of the elections； Don Apolinar Moscote returned from one of his frequent trips worried about the political situation in the country。 The Liberals were determined to go to war。 Since Aureliano at that time had very confused notions about the difference between Conservatives and Liberals； his fatherinlaw gave him some schematic lessons。 The Liberals； he said； were Freemasons； bad people； wanting to hang priests； to institute civil marriage and divorce； to recognize the rights of illegitimate children as equal to those of legitimate ones； and to cut the country up into a federal system that would take power away from the supreme authority。 The Conservatives； on the other hand； who had received their power directly from God； proposed the establishment of public order and family morality。 They were the defenders of the faith of Christ； of the principle of authority； and were not prepared to permit the country to be broken down into autonomous entities。 Because of his humanitarian feelings Aureliano sympathized with the Liberal attitude with respect to the rights of natural children； but in any case； he could not understand how people arrived at the extreme of waging war over things that could not be touched with the hand。 It seemed an exaggeration to him that for the elections his fatherinlaw had them send six soldiers armed with rifles under the mand of a sergeant to a town with no political passions。 They not only arrived； but they went from house to house confiscating hunting weapons； machetes； and even kitchen knives before they distributed among males over twentyone the blue ballots with the names of the Conservative candidates and the red ballots with the names of the Liberal candidates。 On the eve of the elections Don Apolinar Moscote himself read a decree that prohibited the sale of alcoholic beverages and the gathering together of more than three people who were not of the same family。 The elections took place without incident。 At eight o’clock on Sunday morning a wooden ballot box was set up in the square； which was watched over by the six soldiers。 The voting was absolutely free； as Aureliano himself was able to attest since he spent almost the entire day with his fatherinlaw seeing that no one voted more than once。 At four in the afternoon a roll of drums in the square announced the closing of the polls and Don Apolinar Moscote sealed the ballot box with a label crossed by his signature。 That night； while he played dominoes with Aureliano； he ordered the sergeant to break the seal in order to count the votes。 There were almost as many red ballots as blue； but the sergeant left only ten red ones and made up the difference with blue ones。 Then they sealed the box again with a new label and the first thing on the following day it was taken to the capital of the province。 “The Liberals will go to war；？Aureliano said。 Don Apolinar concentrated on his domino pieces。 “If you’re saying that because of the switch in ballots； they won’t；？he said。 “We left a few red ones in so there won’t be any plaints。？Aureliano understood the disadvantages of being in the opposition。 “If I were a Liberal；？he said； “I’d go to war because of those ballots。？His fatherinlaw looked at him over his glasses。
“e now； Aurelito；？he said； “if you were a Liberal； even though you’re my soninlaw； you wouldn’t have seen the switching of the ballots。？
What really caused indignation in the town was。 not the results of the elections but the fact that the soldiers had not returned the weapons。 A group of women spoke with Aureliano so that he could obtain the return of their kitchen knives from his fatherinlaw。 Don Apolinar Moscote explained to him； in strictest confidence； that the soldiers had taken the weapons off as proof that the Liberals were preparing for war。 The cynicism of the remark alarmed him。 He said nothing； but on a certain night when Gerineldo Márquez and Magnífico Visbal were speaking with some other friends about the incident of the knives； they asked him if he was a Liberal or a Conservative。 Aureliano did not hesitate。
“If I have to be something I’ll be a Liberal；？he said； “because the Conservatives are tricky。？
On the following day； at the urging of his friends； he went to see Dr。 Alirio Noguera to be treated for a supposed pain in his liver。 He did not even understand the meaning of the subterfuge。 Dr。 Alirio Noguera had arrived in Macondo a few years before with a medicine chest of tasteless pills and a medical motto that convinced no one： One nail draws another。 In reality he was a charlatan。 Behind his innocent fa？ade of a doctor without prestige there was hidden a terrorist who with his short legged boots covered the scars that five years in the stocks had left on his legs。 Taken prisoner during the first federalist adventure； he managed to escape to Cura？ao disguised in the garment he detested most in this world： a cassock。 At the end of a prolonged exile； stirred up by the exciting news that exiles from all over the Caribbean brought to Cura？ao； he set out in a smuggler’s schooner and appeared in Riohacha with the bottles of pills that were nothing but refined sugar and a diploma from the University of Leipzig that he had fed himself。 He wept with disappointment。 The federalist fervor； which the exiles had pictured as a powder keg about to explode； had dissolved into a vague electoral illusion。 Embittered by failure； yearning for a safe place where he could await old age； the false homeopath took refuge in Macondo。 In the narrow bottlecrowded room that he rented on one side of the square； he lived several years off the hopelessly ill who； after having tried everything； consoled themselves with sugar pills。 His instincts of an agitator remained dormant as long as Don Apolinar Moscote was a figurehead。 He passed the time remembering and fighting against asthma。 The approach of the elections was the thread that led him once more to the skein of subversion。 He made contact with the young people in the town； who lacked political knowledge； and he embarked on a stealthy campaign of instigation。 The numerou