exile. Unlike Aureliano José
who tried to drown that image
in the bloody bog of war, he
tried to keep it alive in the
sink of concupiscence while
he entertained his mother
with the endless fable of his
pontifical vocation. It never
occurred either to him or to
Fernanda to think that their
correspondence was an
exchange of fantasies. José
Arcadio, who left the
seminary as soon as he
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