世紀文學經典:《百年孤獨》第10章Part 6

That was what happened. úrsula had the bills taken down, stuck to great cakes of whitewash, and the house was painted white again. "Dear Lord," she begged, "make us poor again the way we were when we founded this town so that you will not collect for this squandering in the other life." Her prayers were answered in reverse. One of the workmen removing the bills bumped into an enormous plaster statue of Saint Joseph that someone had left in the house during the last years of the war and the hollow figure broke to pieces on the floor. It had been stuffed with gold coins. No one could remember who had brought that life-sized saint. "Three men brought it," Amaranta explained. "They asked us to keep it until the rains were over and I told them to put it there in the corner where nobody would bump into it, and there they put it, very carefully, and there it's been ever since because they never came back for it." Later on, úrsula had put candles on it and had prostrated herself before it, not suspecting that instead of a saint she was adoring almost four bundled pounds of gold. The tardy evidence of her involuntary paganism made her even more upset. She spat on the spectacular pile of coins, put them in three canvas sacks, and buried them in a secret place, hoping that sooner or later the three unknown men would come to reclaim them. Much later, during the difficult years of her decrepitude, úrsula would intervene in the conversations of the many travelers who came by the house at that time and ask them if they had left a plaster Saint Joseph there during the war to be taken care of until the rains passed.

Things like that which gave úrsula such consternation, were commonplace in those days. Macon-do was swamped in a miraculous prosperity. The adobe houses of the founders had been replaced by brick buildings with wooden blinds and cement floors which made the suffocating heat of two o'clock in the afternoon more bearable. All that remained at that time of José Arcadio Buendía's ancient village were the dusty almond trees, destined to resist the most arduous of circumstances, and the river of clear water whose prehistoric stones had been pulverized by the frantic hammers of José Arcadio Segun-do when he set about opening the channel in order to establish a boat line. It was a mad dream, comparable to those of his great-grandfather, for the rocky riverbed and the numerous rapids prevented navigation from Macon-do to the sea. But José Arcadio Segun-do, in an unforeseen burst of temerity, stubbornly kept on with the project. Until then he had shown no sign of imagination. Except for his precarious adventure with Petra Cotes, he had never known a woman. úrsula had considered him the quietest example the family had ever produced in all its history, incapable of standing out even as a handler of fighting cocks, when Colonel Aureli-ano Buendía told him the story of the Spanish galleon aground eight miles from the sea, the carbonized frame of which he had seen himself during the war. The story, which for so many years had seemed fantastic to so many people, was a revelation for José Arcadio Segun-do. He auctioned off his roosters to the highest bidder, recruited men, bought tools, and set about the awesome task of breaking stones, digging canals, clearing away rapids, and even harnessing water-falls. "I know all of this by heart," úrsula would shout. "It's as if time had turned around and we were back at the beginning." When he thought that the river was navigable, José Arcadio Segun-do gave his brother a detailed account of his plans and the latter gave him the money he needed for the enterprise. He disappeared for a long time. It had been said that his plan to buy a boat was nothing but a trick to make off with his brother's money when the news spread that a strange craft was approaching the town. The inhabitants of Macon-do, who no longer remembered the colossal undertakings of José Arcadio Buendía, ran to the riverbank and saw with eyes popping in disbelief the arrival of the first and last boat ever to dock in the town. It was nothing but a log raft drawn by thick ropes pulled by twenty men who walked along the bank. In the prow, with a glow of satisfaction in his eyes, José Arcadio Segun-do was directing the arduous maneuver. There arrived with him a rich group of splendid matrons who were protecting themselves from the burning sun with gaudy parasols, and wore on their shoulders fine silk kerchiefs, with colored creams on their faces and natural flowers in their hair and golden serpents on their arms and diamonds in their teeth. The log raft was the only vessel that José Arcadio Segun-do was able to bring to Macon-do, and only once, but he never recognized the failure of his enterprise, but proclaimed his deed as a victory of will power. He gave a scrupulous accounting to his brother and very soon plunged back into the routine of cockfights. The only thing that remained of that unfortunate venture was the breath of renovation that the matrons from France brought, as their magnificent arts transformed traditional methods of love and their sense of social wellbeing abolished Catarino's antiquated place and turned the street into a bazaar of Japanese lanterns and nostalgic hand organs. They were the promoters of the bloody carnival that plunged Macon-do into delirium for three days and whose only lasting consequence was having given Aureli-ano Segun-do the opportunity to meet Fernanda del Carpio.

Remedios the Beauty was proclaimed queen. úrsula, who shuddered at the disquieted beauty of her great--granddaughter, could not prevent the choice. Until then she had succeeded in keeping her off the streets unless it was to go to mass with Amaranta, but she made her cover her face with a black shawl. The most impious men, those who would disguise themselves as priests to say sacrilegious masses in Catarino's store, would go to church with an aim to see, if only for an instant, the face of Remedios the Beauty, whose legendary good looks were spoken of with alarming excitement throughout the swamp. It was a long time before they were able to do so, and it would have been better for them if they never had, because most of them never recovered their peaceful habits of sleep. The man who made it possible, a foreigner, lost his serenity forever, became involved in the sloughs of abjection and misery, and years later was cut to pieces by a train after he had fallen asleep on the tracks. From the moment he was seen in the church, wearing a green velvet suit and an embroidered vest, no one doubted that he came from far away, perhaps from some distant city outside of the country, attracted by the magical fascination of Remedios the Beauty. He was so handsome, so elegant and dignified, with such presence, that Pietro Crespi would have been a mere fop beside him and many women whispered with spiteful smiles that he was the one who really should have worn the shawl. He did not speak to anyone in Macon-do. He appeared at dawn on Sunday like a prince in a fairy tale, riding a horse with silver stirrups and a velvet blanket, and he left town after mass.

事情就是這樣。烏蘇娜叫人從牆上揭下粘着一塊塊灰泥的鈔票，重新把房子刷成白色。“我的上帝，”烏蘇娜禱告起來，“讓我們變得象從前建村時那麼窮吧，免得我們因爲浪費在陰間受到懲罰。”她的禱告得到相反的回答。在戰爭結束之前，不知是誰把聖約瑟的一尊大石膏像拿到了這兒，這塑像被一個工人魯莽地一撞，就摔在地上粉碎了。石膏像內裝滿了金幣。誰也記不起這尊與真人一般大的聖像是誰拿到這兒的。“三個男人把它帶來的，”阿瑪蘭塔說明。“他們要求我們讓它留在這兒，等候雨季過去；我告訴他們把它放在角落裏誰也不會碰着的地方；他們小心地把它放在那兒，就一直留在那兒了，因爲誰也沒有回來取走。”後來，烏蘇娜曾在聖像面前點起蠟燭，頂禮膜拜：無疑地，她崇拜的不是聖人，而是將近兩百公斤黃金。隨後發現自己下意識地褻讀了聖人，她就更加難過了。隨即，她從地上收集了一大堆金幣，把它們放進三條口袋，埋在祕密的地方，以爲那三個陌生人遲早會來取走。多年以後，在她衰老不堪的困難時期，許多外地人來到她的家裏，她總要向他們打聽，他們曾否在戰爭年代把聖約瑟的石膏像放在這兒，說是雨季過了就來取走。

在那些日子裏，這一類使馬蘇娜操心的事是很平常的。馬孔多象神話一樣繁榮起來。建村者的土房已經換成了磚房，有遮擋太陽的百葉窗，還有洋灰地，這些都有助於忍受下午兩點的煥熱。能夠使人想起從前霍·阿·布恩蒂亞建立的村子的，只有那些落淌塵土的杏樹（這些杏樹註定要經受最嚴峻的考驗），還有那清澈的河流。霍·阿卡蒂奧第二打算清理河牀，在這條河上開闢航道的時候，石匠們瘋狂的鰓子已把河裏史前巨蛋似的石頭砸得粉碎。霍·阿卡蒂奧第二的打算本來是狂妄的夢想，只能跟霍·阿·布恩蒂亞的幻想相比。可是霍·阿卡蒂奧第二突然心血來潮，輕率地堅持自己的計劃。在那以前，他是從來沒有想入非非的，除了跟佩特娜·柯特短時間的豔遇，他甚至沒有邂逅過其他女人。烏蘇娜經常認爲，在布恩蒂亞家族的整個歷史上，這個曾孫子是它所有後代中最沒出總的一個，就連在鬥雞場上也出不了風頭，可是有一次，奧雷連諾上校向霍。阿卡蒂奧第二談到了在離海十二公里的地方擱淺的西班牙大帆船，他在戰爭年代曾經親眼見過它那燒成木炭的船骨。這個早就認爲是虛構的故事，對霍·阿卡蒂奧第二卻是個啓示，他拍賣了自己的公雞，臨時僱了一些工人，購置了工具，就開始空前未有的工程：砸碎石頭，挖掘河道，清除暗礁，甚至平整險灘。“這些我都背熟啦，”烏蘇娜叫嚷。“時光好象在打圈子，我們又回到了開始的時候。”霍·阿卡蒂奧第二認爲河流可以通航的時候，他就把自己的計劃詳細地告訴了兄弟，奧雷連諾第二給了他實現計劃所需的錢。在這以後，霍。 阿卡蒂奧第二長久消失了蹤影。馬孔多的人已經在說，買船計劃不過是花招，目的是從兄弟身上騙些錢去揮霍，但是突然傳說一艘古怪的輪船正在駛近馬孔多。馬孔多的居民早已忘了霍·阿·布恩蒂亞的偉大創舉，這時卻奔到河邊，難以置信地望着一艘正在靠岸的輪船——這是停泊在馬孔多鎮的第一艘也是最後一艘輪船。但這不過是巴里薩木紮成的木筏，由二十個男人在岸上用粗繩拖着前進，霍·阿卡蒂奧第二笑盈盈地站在木筏前頭，指揮這種複雜的機械動作。跟他一塊兒來的還有一大羣漂亮的法國藝妓：她們拿花花綠綠的陽傘遮住灼熱的陽光，肩上是華麗的絲綢披巾，臉上搽着胭脂和香粉，發上插着鮮花，手上戴着金手鐲，牙齒嵌着鑽石。巴里薩木筏是霍。 阿卡蒂奧第二能夠逆流而上帶到馬孔多來的唯一的航行工具，並且僅有這麼一次；然而，他決不承認他的計劃遭到了失敗，相反地，甚至宣稱自己的行動是人類意志對自然力的偉大勝利。他跟兄弟算清了賬，每天又去操心他的鬥雞了。這次失敗的創舉唯一留下來的，是法國藝妓帶到馬孔多的新的生活氣息，她們那種出色的技藝改變了傳統的愛情方式。她們宣傳的“社會福利”思想正在排除卡塔林諾遊藝場，並且把僻靜的小街變成了熱鬧的市場，市場上吊着中國燈籠，手風琴手奏着悒鬱的樂曲。正是這些法國女郎發起了血腥的狂歡節，一連三天使整個馬孔多陷入了瘋狂的狀態，也給奧雷連諾第二提供了認識菲蘭達。 德卡皮奧的機會。

俏姑娘雷麥黛絲被選爲聯歡節女王。曾孫女的動人之美是使烏蘇娜不寒而慄的，可她無法阻止大家的推選。在這以前，需要去做彌撒的時候，她才讓俏姑娘雷麥黛絲跟阿瑪蘭塔一塊兒上街，而且有個條件：姑娘必須用黑色面紗遮住面孔。那些邪惡之徒經常假裝神父，在卡塔林諾遊藝場裏做褻瀆神靈的彌撒，他們上教堂去就是爲了看看俏姑娘雷麥黛絲的面孔，哪怕看上一眼也好，因爲她那神話般的姿色是整個沼澤地帶的人有口皆碑的，大家談起她的美貌來都異常興奮。但是，好奇的人要看見這張面孔就得長久等待機會，而他們最好不要等待這樣的機會，因爲大多數人見了這張面孔就無法安心地睡覺了。有個外來的紳士是達到了這一願望的，但他卻陷入了淒涼和痛苦的絕望境地，永遠失去了安寧，而且幾年以後在軌道上睡着了，競被夜行的列車碾得粉碎。最初，他穿着綠色絲絨衣服和繡花背心出現在教堂裏的時候，誰也不懷疑他是受到俏姑娘雷麥黛絲魅力的誘惑，從很遠的地方來的，甚至是從另一個國家來的。他是那麼漂亮、端莊，一舉一動都是那麼文雅、尊嚴，皮埃特羅·克列斯比跟他相比簡直是個不足月的嬰兒。許多女人一面嫉妒地微笑，一面嘰哩咕嚕地說，他倒應當用黑麪紗把臉遮上。他沒跟馬孔多的任何人說話。星期天早晨，他象童話裏的王子似的，騎着一匹銀蹬絨鞍的駿馬來到馬孔多，彌撒一完就離開了市鎮。