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           Shethoughtshehadraisedhimasason,asshehadraisedRebeca,withnoprivilegesordiscrimination.Nevertheless,Arcadiowasasolitaryandfrightenedchildduringtheinsomniaplague,inthemidstofúrsula’sutilitarianfervor,duringthedeliriumofJoséArcadioBuendía,thehermetismofAureliano,andthemortalrivalrybetweenAmarantaRebeca.Aurelianohadtaughthimtoreadandwrite,thinkingaboutotherthings,ashewouldhavedonewithastranger.HegavehimhisclothingsothatVisitacióncouldtakeitinwhenitwasreadytobethrownaway.Arcadiosufferedfromshoesthatweretoolarge,fromhispatchedpants,fromhisfemalebuttocks.HeneversucceededincommunicatingwithanyonebetterthanhedidwithVisitaciónandCataureintheirlanguage.Melquíadeswastheonlyonewhoreallywasconcernedwithhimashemadehimlistentohisincomprehensibletextsandgavehimlessonsintheartofdaguerreotype.NooneimaginedhowmuchheweptinsecretandthedesperationwithwhichhetriedtoreviveMelquíadeswiththeuselessstudyofhispapers.Theschool,wheretheypaidattentiontohimandrespectedhim,andthenpower,withhisendlessdecreesandhisgloriousuniform,freedhimfromtheweightofanoldbitterness.OnenightinCatarino’sstoresomeonedaredtellhim,"youdon’tdeservethelastnameyoucarry."Contrarytowhateveryoneexpected,Arcadiodidnothavehimshot.

           "Tomygreathonor,"hesaid,"IamnotaBuendía."