世紀文學經典:《百年孤獨》第4章Part 2

Pietro Crespi came back to repair the pianola. Rebeca and Amaranta helped him put the strings in order and helped him with their laughter at the mix-up of the melodies. It was extremely pleasant and so chaste in its way that úrsula ceased her vigilance. On the eve of his departure a farewell dance for him was improvised with the pianola and with Rebeca he put on a skillful demonstration of modern dance, Arcadio and Amaranta matched them in grace and skill. But the exhibition was interrupted because Pilar Ternera, who was at the door with the onlookers, had a fight, biting and hair pulling, with a woman who had dared to comment that Arcadio had a woman's behind. Toward midnight Pietro Crespi took his leave with a sentimental little speech, and he promised to return very soon. Rebeca accompanied him to the door, and having closed up the house and put out the lamps, she went to her room to weep. It was an inconsolable weeping that lasted for several days, the cause of which was not known even by Amaranta. Her hermetism was not odd. Although she seemed expansive and cordial, she had a solitary character and an impenetrable heart. She was a splendid adolescent with long and firm bones, but she still insisted on using the small wooden rocking chair with which she had arrived at the house, reinforced many times and with the arms gone. No one had discovered that even at that age she still had the habit of sucking her finger. That was why she would not lose an opportunity to lock herself in the bathroom and had acquired the habit of sleeping with her face to the wall. On rainy afternoons, embroidering with a group of friends on the begonia porch, she would lose the thread of the conversation and a tear of nostalgia would salt her palate when she saw the strips of damp earth and the piles of mud that the earthworms had pushed up in the garden. Those secret tastes, defeated in the past by oranges and rhubarb, broke out into an irrepressible urge when she began to weep. She went back to eating earth. The first time she didit almost out of curiosity, sure that the bad taste would be the best cure for the temptation. And, in fact, she could not bear the earth in her mouth. But she persevered, overcome by the growing anxiety, and little by little she was getting back her ancestral appetite, the taste of primary minerals, the unbridled satisfaction of what was the original food. She would put handfuls of earth in her pockets, and ate them in small bits without being seen, with a confused feeling of pleasure and rage, as she instructed her girl friends in the most difficult needlepoint and spoke about other men, who did not deserve the sacrifice of having one eat the whitewash on the walls because of them. The handfuls of earth made the only man who deserved that show of degradation less remote and more certain, as if the ground that he walked on with his fine patent leather boots in another part of the world were transmitting to her the weight and the temperature of his blood in a mineral savor that left a harsh aftertaste in her mouth and a sediment of peace in her heart. One afternoon, for no reason, Amparo Moscote asked permission to see the house. Amaranta and Rebeca, disconcerted by the unexpected visit, attended her with a stiff formality. They showed her the remodeled mansion, they had her listen to the rolls on the pianola, and they offered her orange marmalade and crackers. Amparo gave a lesson in dignity, personal charm, and good manners that impressed úrsula in the few moments that she was present during the visit. After two hours, when the conversation was beginning to wane, Amparo took advantage of Amaranta's distraction and gave Rebeca a letter. She was able to see the name of the Estimable Se?orita Rebeca Buendía, written in the same methodical hand, with the same green ink, and the same delicacy of words with which the instructions for the operation of the pianola were written, and she folded the letter with the tips of her fingers and hid it in her bosom, looking at Amparo Moscote with an expression of endless and unconditional gratitude and a silent promise of complicity unto death.
The sudden friendship between Amparo Moscote and Rebeca Buendía awakened the hopes of Aureliano. The memory of little Remedios had not stopped tormenting him, but he had not found a chance to see her. When he would stroll through town with his closest friends, Magnífico Visbal and Gerineldo Márquez-the sons of the founders of the same names-he would look for her in the sewing shop with an anxious glance, but he saw only the older sisters. The presence of Amparo Moscote in the house was like a premonition. "She has to come with her," Aureliano would say to himself in a low voice. "She has to come." He repeated it so many times and with such conviction that one afternoon when he was putting together a little gold fish in the work shop, he had the certainty that she had answered his call. Indeed, a short time later he heard the childish voice, and when he looked up his heart froze with terror as he saw the girl at the door, dressed in pink organdy and wearing white boots.
"You can't go in there, Remedios, Amparo Moscote said from the hall. They're working."
But Aureliano did not give her time to respond. He picked up the little fish by the chain that came through its mouth and said to her.
"Come in."
Remedios went over and asked some questions about the fish that Aureliano could not answer because he was seized with a sudden attack of asthma. He wanted to stay beside that lily skin forever, beside those emerald eyes, close to that voice that called him "sir" with every question. showing the same respect that she gave her father. Melquíades was in the corner seated at the desk scribbling indecipherable signs. Aureliano hated him. All he could do was tell Remedios that he was going to give her the little fish and the girl was so startled by the offer that she left the workshop as fast as she could. That afternoon Aureliano lost the hidden patience with which he had waited for a chance to see her. He neglected his work. In several desperate efforts of concentration he willed her to appear but Remedios did not respond. He looked for her in her sisters' shop, behind the window shades in her house, in her father's office, but he found her only in the image that saturated his private and terrible solitude. He would spend whole hours with Rebeca in the parlor listening to the music on the pianola. She was listening to it because it was the music with which Pietro Crespi had taught them how to dance. Aureliano listened to it simply because everything, even music, reminded him of Remedios.
The house became full of loves Aureliano expressed it in poetry that had no beginning or end. He would write it on the harsh pieces of parchment that Melquíades gave him, on the bathroom walls, on the skin of his arms, and in all of it Remedios would appear transfigured: Remedios in the soporific air of two in the afternoon, Remedios in the soft breath of the roses, Remedios in the water-clock secrets of the moths, Remedios in the steaming morning bread, Remedios everywhere and Remedios forever. Rebeca waited for her love at four in the afternoon, embroidering by the window. She knew that the mailman's mule arrived only every two weeks, but she always waited for him, convinced that he was going to arrive on some other day by mistake. It happened quite the opposite: once the mule did not come on the usual day. Mad with desperation, Rebeca got up in the middle of the night and ate handfuls of earth in the garden with a suicidal drive, weeping with pain and fury, chewing tender earthworms and chipping her teethon snail shells. She vomited until dawn. She fell into a state of feverish prostration, lost consciousness, and her heart went into a shameless delirium. úrsula, scandalized, forced the lock on her trunk and found at the bottom, tied together with pink ribbons, the sixteen perfumed letters and the skeletons of leaves and petals preserved in old books and the dried butterflies that turned to powder at the touch.
Aureliano was the only one capable of understanding such desolation. That afternoon, while úrsula was trying to rescue Rebeca from the slough of delirium, he went with Magnífico Visbal and Gerineldo Márquez to Catarino's store. The establishment had been expanded with a gallery of wooden rooms where single women who smelled of dead flowers lived. A group made up of an accordion and drums played the songs of Francisco the Man, who had not been seen in Macondo for several years. The three friends drank fermented cane juice. Magnífico and Gerineldo, contemporaries of Aureliano but more skilled in the ways of the world, drank methodically with the women seated on their laps. One of the women, withered and with goldwork on her teeth, gave Aureliano a caress that made him shudder. He rejected her. He had discovered that the more he drank the more he thought about Remedios, but he could bear the torture of his recollections better. He did not know exactly when he began to float. He saw his friends and the womensailing in a radiant glow, without weight or mass, saying words that did not come out of their mouths and making mysterious signals that did not correspond to their expressions. Catarino put a hand on his shoulder and said to him: "It's going on eleven." Aureliano turned his head, saw the enormous disfigured face with a felt flower behind the ear, and then he lost his memory, as during the times of forgetfulness, and he recovered it on a strange dawn and in a room that was completely foreign, where Pilar Ternera stood in her slip, barefoot, her hair down, holding a lamp over him, startled with disbelief.
"Aureliano!"

爲了修理自動鋼琴，皮埃特羅·克列斯比回到了馬孔多。雷貝卡和阿瑪蘭塔協助他拾掇琴絃；聽到完全走了調的華爾茲舞曲，她們就跟他一塊兒嬉笑。意大利人顯得那麼和藹、尊嚴，烏蘇娜這一次放棄了監視。在他離開之前，用修好的鋼琴舉行了一次歡送舞會，皮埃特羅·克列斯比和雷貝卡搭配，表演了現代舞的高超藝術。阿卡蒂奧和阿瑪蘭塔在優雅和靈巧上可跟他們媲美。然而舞蹈的示範表演不得不中止，因爲和其他好奇者一塊兒站在門口的皮拉·苔列娜，跟一個女人揪打了起來，那女人竟敢說年輕的阿卡蒂奧長着娘兒們的屁股。已經午夜。皮埃特羅·克列斯比發表了一次動人的告別演說，答應很快回來。雷貝卡把他送到門邊；房門關上、燈盞熄滅之後，她回到自己的臥室，流山了熱淚。這種無可安慰的痛哭延續了幾天，誰都不知原因何在，甚至阿瑪蘭塔也不明究竟。對於雷貝卡的祕密，家裏人並不感到奇怪。雷貝卡表面溫和，容易接近，但她性情孤僻，心思叫人捉摸不透。她已經是個漂亮、強健、修長的姑娘，可是照舊喜歡坐在她帶來的搖椅裏，這個搖椅已經修了不止一次，沒有扶手。誰也猜想不到，雷貝卡即使到了這種年歲，仍有咂吮手指的習慣。因此，她經常利用一切方便的機會躲在浴室裏，並且慣於面向牆壁睡覺。現在，每逢雨天的下午，她跟女伴們一起在擺着秋海棠的長廊上繡花時，看見園中溼漉漉的小道和蚯蚓壘起的土堆，她會突然中斷談話，懷念的苦淚就會梳到她的嘴角。她一開始痛哭，從前用橙子汁和大黃克服的惡劣嗜好，又不可遏止地在她身上出現了。雷貝卡又開始吃土。她第一次這麼做多半出於好奇，以爲討厭的味道將是對付誘惑力的良藥。實際上，她立刻就把泥上吐了出來。但她煩惱不堪，就繼續自己的嘗試，逐漸恢復了對原生礦物（注：未曾氧化的礦物）的癖好。她把土裝在衣兜裏，一面教女伴們最難的針腳，一面跟她們議論各種各樣的男人，說是值不得爲他們去大吃泥土和石灰，同時卻懷着既愉快又痛苦的模糊感覺，悄悄地把一撮撮泥土吃掉了。這一撮撮泥土似乎能使值得她屈辱犧牲的唯一的男人更加真切，更加跟她接近，彷彿泥土的餘味在她嘴裏留下了溫暖，在她心中留下了慰藉；這泥土的餘味跟他那漂亮的漆皮鞋在世界另一頭所踩的土地息息相連，她從這種餘味中也感覺到了他的脈搏和體溫。有一天下午，安芭蘿·摩斯柯特無緣無故地要求允許她看看新房子。阿瑪蘭塔和雷貝卡被這意外的訪問弄得很窘，就冷淡而客氣地接待她。她們領她看了看改建的房子，讓她聽了聽自動鋼琴的樂曲，拿檸檬水和餅乾款待她。安芭蘿教導她們如何保持自己的尊嚴、魅力和良好的風度，這給了烏蘇娜深刻的印象，儘管烏蘇娜在房間裏只呆了幾分鐘。兩小時以後，談話就要結束時，安芭蘿利用阿瑪蘭塔剎那間心神分散的機會，交給雷貝卡一封信。雷貝卡晃眼一看信封上“親愛的雷貝卡·布恩蒂亞小姐”這個稱呼，發現規整的字體、綠色的墨水、漂亮的筆跡，都跟鋼琴說明書一樣，就用指尖把信摺好，藏到懷裏，同時望着安芭蘿·摩斯柯特，她的眼神表露了無窮的感謝，彷彿默默地答應跟對方做一輩子的密友。
安芭蘿·摩斯柯特和雷貝卡之間突然產生的友誼，在奧雷連諾心中激起了希望。他仍在苦苦地想念小姑娘雷麥黛絲，可是沒有見到她的機會。他跟自己最親密的朋友馬格尼菲柯·維期巴爾和格林列爾多·馬克斯（都是馬孔多建村者的兒子，名字和父親相同）一起在鎮上溜達時，用渴望的目光在縫紉店裏找她，只是發現了她的幾個姐姐。安芭蘿·摩斯柯特出現在他的家裏，就是一個預兆。“她一定會跟安芭蘿一塊兒來的，”奧雷連諾低聲自語，“一定。”他懷着那樣的信心多次叨咕這幾個字兒，以致有一天下午，他在作坊裏裝配小金魚首飾時，忽然相信雷麥黛絲已經響應他的召喚。的確，過了一會兒，他就聽到一個孩子的聲音；他舉眼一看，看見門口的一個姑娘，他的心都驚得縮緊了；這姑娘穿着粉紅色玻璃紗衣服和白鞋子。
“不能到裏面去，雷麥黛絲，”安芭蘿·摩斯柯特從廊子上叫道。“人家正在幹活。”
然而，奧雷連諾不讓姑娘有時間回答，就把鏈條穿着嘴巴的小金魚舉到空中，說道：
“進來。”
雷麥黛絲走了進去，問了問有關金魚的什麼，可是奧雷連諾突然喘不過氣，無法回答她的問題。他想永遠呆在這個皮膚細嫩的姑娘身邊，經常看見這對綠寶石似的眼睛，常常聽到這種聲音；對於每個問題，這聲音都要尊敬地添上“先生”二字，彷彿對待親父親一樣。梅爾加德斯坐在角落裏的桌子旁邊，正在潦草地畫些難以理解的符號。奧雷連諾討厭他。他剛要雷麥黛絲把小金魚拿去作紀念，小姑娘就嚇得跑出了作坊。這天下午，奧雷連諾失去了潛在的耐心，他是一直懷着這種耐心伺機跟她相見的。他放下了工作。他多次專心致志地拼命努力，希望再把雷麥黛絲叫來，可她不聽。他在她姐姐的縫紉店裏找她，在她家的窗簾後面找她，在她父親的辦公室裏找她，可是隻能在自己心中想到她的形象，這個形象倒也減輕了他那可怕的孤獨之感。奧雷連諾一連幾小時呆在客廳裏，跟雷貝卡一起傾聽自動鋼琴的華茲舞曲。她聽這些樂曲，因爲皮埃特羅·克列斯比曾在這種音樂中教她跳舞。奧雷連諾傾聽這些樂曲，只是因爲一切東西一－甚至音樂一－都使他想起雷麥黛絲。
家裏的人都在談情說愛。奧雷連諾用無頭無尾的詩句傾訴愛情。他把詩句寫在梅爾加德斯給他的粗糙的羊皮紙上、浴室牆壁上、自個兒手上，這些詩裏都有改了觀的雷麥黛絲：晌午悶熱空氣中的雷麥黛絲；玫瑰清香中的雷麥黛絲；早餐麪包騰騰熱氣中的雷麥黛絲——隨時隨地都有雷麥黛絲。每天下午四點，雷貝卡一面坐在窗前繡花，一面等候自己的情書。她清楚地知道，運送郵件的騾子前來馬孔多每月只有兩次，可她時時刻刻都在等它，以爲它可能弄錯時間，任何一天都會到達。情形恰恰相反：有一次，騾子在規定的日子卻沒有來。雷貝卡苦惱得發瘋，半夜起來，急匆匆地到了花園裏，自殺一樣貪婪地吞食一撮撮泥土，一面痛苦和憤怒地哭泣，一面嚼着軟搭搭的蚯蚓，牙牀都給蝸牛殼碎片割傷了。到天亮時，她嘔吐了。她陷入了某種狂熱、沮喪的狀態，失去了知覺，在囈語中無恥地泄露了心中的祕密。惱怒的烏蘇娜撬開箱子的鎖，在箱子底兒找到了十六封灑上香水的情書，是用粉紅色絛帶紮上的；還有一些殘餘的樹葉和花瓣，是夾在舊書的書頁之間的；此外是些蝴蝶標本，剛一碰就變成了灰。
雷貝卡的悲觀失望，只有奧雷連諾一個人能夠理解。那天下午，烏蘇娜試圖把雷貝卡從昏迷狀態中救醒過來的時候，奧雷連諾跟馬格尼菲柯·維斯巴爾和格林列爾多·馬克斯來到了卡塔林諾遊藝場。現在，這個遊藝場增建了一排用木板隔開的小房間，住着一個個單身的女人，她們身上發出萎謝的花卉氣味。手風琴手和鼓手組成的樂隊演奏着弗蘭西斯科人的歌曲，這些人已經幾年沒來馬孔多了。三個朋友要了甘蔗酒，馬格尼菲柯和格林列爾多是跟奧雷連諾同歲的，但在生活上比他老練，他倆不慌不忙地跟坐在他們膝上的女人喝酒。其中一個容顏枯槁、鑲着金牙的女人試圖撫摸奧雷連諾一下。可他推開了她。他發現自己喝得越多，就越想念雷麥黛絲，不過愁悶也就減少了。隨後，奧雷連諾突然飄蕩起來，他自己也不知道什麼時候開始飄飄然的；他很快發現，他的朋友和女人也在朦朧的燈光裏晃盪，成了混沌、飄忽的形體，他們所說的話，彷彿不是從他們嘴裏出來的；他們那種神祕的手勢跟他們面部的表情根本就不一致。卡塔林諾把一隻手放在奧雷連諾肩上，說：“快十一點啦。”奧雷連諾扭過頭去，看見一張模糊、寬大的面孔，還看見這人耳朵後面的一朵假花，然後他就象健忘症流行時那樣昏迷過去，直到第二天拂曉才甦醒過來。他到了一個完全陌生的房間——皮拉·苔列娜站在他面前，穿着一件襯衫，光着腳丫，披頭散髮，拿燈照了照他，不相信地驚叫了一聲：
“原來是奧雷連諾！”