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Amaranta seroquel and Aureliano would take her in and out of the bedroom, they would lay her on the altar to see if she was any larger than the Christ seroquel child, and one afternoon they hid her in a closet in the Pantry where the rats could have eaten her. One Palm Sunday they went into the bedroom whil seroquel ndmother,” Amaranta Ъrsula said. “She died of old age.”
Ъrsula was startled.“I’m alive!” she said.“You can see.” Amaranta Ъrsula said, suppressing her laughter, “that she’s not even breathing.” “I’m talking!” Ъrsula shouted.
“She can’t even talk,” Aureliano said. “She died lik seroquel e a little cricket.”
Then Ъrsula gave in to the evidence. “My God,” she exclaimed in a low voice. “So this is what it’s like to be dead.” seroquel She started an endless, stumbling, deep prayer that lasted more than two days, and that by Tuesday had degenerated into a hodgepodge of requests to God and bits of practical advice to stop the red ants from bringing the house seroquel down, to keep the lamp burning by Remedios’ daguerreotype, and never to let any Buendнa marry a person of the same blood because their children would be born with the tail of a pig. Aureliano Segundo tried to take advantage of her delirium to get h seroquel er to ten him where the gold was buried, but his entreaties were useless once more “When the owner appears,” Ъrsula said, “God will illuminate him so th seroquel at he will find it.” Santa Sofнa de la Piedad had the certainty that they would find her dead from one moment to the next, because she noticed during those days a certain confusion in nature: the roses smelled like goosefoot, a pod of seroquel chick peas fell down and the beans lay on the ground in a perfect geometrical pattern in the shape of a starfish and one night

she saw a row of luminous orange disks pass across the sky.
They found her dead on the morning of seroquel Good Friday. The last time that they had helped her calculate her age, during the time of the banana company, she had estimated it as between one hundred fifteen and one hundred twenty-two. They buried her in a coffin that was not much larger seroquel than the basket in which Aureliano had arrived, and very few people were at the funeral, partly because there wet not many left who remem seroquel bered her, and partly because it was so hot that noon that the birds in their confusion were running into walls like day pigeons and breaking through screens t seroquel o die in the bedrooms.
At first they thought it was a plague. Housewives were exhausted from sweeping away so many dead birds, especially at siesta time, and the men dumped them into the river by the cartload. On Easter Sunday seroquel the hundred-year-old Father Antonio Isabel stated from the pulpit that the death of the birds was due to the evil influence of the Wandering Jew, whom he himself had seen the night before. He described him as a cross between a billy goat and a femal seroquel e heretic, an infernal beast whose breath sco seroquel rched the air and whose look brought on the birth of monsters in newlywed women. There were not many who paid attention to his apocalyptic talk, fo seroquel r the town was convinced that the priest was rambling because of his age. But one woman woke everybody up at dawn on Wedne seroquel sday because she found the tracks of a biped with a cloven hoof. They were so clear and unmistakable that those who went to look at them had no doubt ab seroquel out the existence of a fearsome creature similar to the one described by the parish priest and they got

together to set traps in their courtyards. seroquel That was how they managed to capture it. Two weeks after Ъrsula’s death, Petra Cotes and Aureliano Segundo woke up frightened by the especially loud bellowing of a calf that was coming from nearby. When th seroquel ey got there a group of men were already pulling the monster off the sharpened stakes they had set in the bottom of a pit seroquel covered with dry leaves, and it stopped lowing. It was as heavy as an ox in spite of the fact that it was no taller than a you seroquel ng steer, and a green and greasy liquid flowed from its wounds. Its body was covered with rough hair, plagued with small ticks, and the skin was har seroquel dened with the scales of a remora fish, but unlike the priest’s description, its human parts were more like those of a sickly angel than of a man, for its hands were tense and agile, its eyes large and gloomy, and on its should seroquel er blades it had the scarred-over and calloused stumps of powerful wings which must have been chopped off by a woodsman’s ax. They hung it to an almond tree in the square by its ankles so that everyone could see it, and when it began to rot they burn seroquel ed it in a bonfire, for they could not determine whether its bastard nature was that of an animal to be thrown into the river or a human being to be buried. It was n seroquel ever established whether it had really caused the death of the birds, but the newly married women did not bear the predicted monsters, nor did the intensity of the heat decrease.