d up all night looking at the pale electric bulbs fed by the plant that Aureliano Triste had brought back when the train made its second trip； and it took time and effort for them to grow accustomed to its obsessive toom…toom。 They be。 came indignant over the living images that the prosperous merchant Bruno Crespi projected in the theater with the lion…head ticket windows； for the character who had died and was buried in one film and for whose misfortune tears of affliction had been shed would reappear alive and transformed into an Arab in the next one。 The audience； who paid two cents apiece to share the difficulties of the actors； would not tolerate that outlandish fraud and they broke up the seats。 The mayor； at the urging of Bruno Crespi； explained in a proclamation that the cinema was a machine of illusions that did not merit the emotional outbursts of the audience。 With that discouraging explanation many felt that they had been the victims of some new and showy gypsy business and they decided not to return to the movies； considering that they already had too many troubles of their own to weep over the acted…out misfortunes of imaginary beings。 Something similar happened with the cylinder phonographs that the merry matrons from France brought with them as a substitute for the antiquated hand organs and that for a time had serious effects on the livelihood of the band of musicians。 At first curiosity increased the clientele on the forbidden street and there was even word of respectable ladies who disguised themselves as workers in order to observe the novelty of the phonograph from first hand； but from so much and such close observation they soon reached the conclusion that it was not an enchanted mill as everyone had thought and as the matrons had said； but a mechanical trick that could not be pared with something so moving； so human； and so full of everyday truth as a band of musicians。 It was such a serious disappointment that when phonographs became so popular that there was one in every house they were not considered objects for amusement for adults but as something good for children to take apart。 On the other hand； when someone from the town had the opportunity to test the crude reality of the telephone installed in the railroad station； which was thought to be a rudimentary version of the phonograph because of its crank； even the most incredulous were upset。 It was as if God had decided to put to the test every capacity for surprise and was keeping the inhabitants of Macondo in a permanent alternation between excitement and disappointment； doubt and revelation； to such an extreme that no one knew for certain where the limits of reality lay。 It was an intricate stew of truths and mirages that convulsed the ghost of Jos？Arcadio Buendía under the chestnut tree with impatience and made him wander all through the house even in broad daylight。 Ever since the railroad had been officially inaugurated and had begun to arrive with regularity on Wednesdays at eleven o’clock and the primitive wooden station with a desk； a telephone； and a ticket window had been built； on the streets of Macondo men and women were seen who had adopted everyday and normal customs and manners but who really looked like people out of a circus。 In a town that had chafed under the tricks of the gypsies there was no future for those ambulatory acrobats of merce who with equal effrontery offered a whistling kettle and a daily regime that would assure the salvation of the soul on the seventh day； but from those who let themselves be convinced out of fatigue and the ones who were always unwary； they reaped stupendous benefits。 Among those theatrical creatures； wearing riding breeches and leggings； a pith helmet and steel…rimmed glasses； with topaz eyes and the skin of a thin rooster； there arrived in Macondo on one of so many Wednesdays the chubby and smiling Mr。 Herbert； who ate at the house。
No one had noticed him at the table until the first bunch of bananas had been eaten。 Aureliano Segundo had e across him by chance as he protested In broken Spanish because there were no rooms at the Hotel Jacob； and as he frequently did with strangers； he took him home。 He was in the captive…balloon business； which had taken him halfway around the world with excellent profits； but he had not succeeded in taking anyone up in Macondo because they considered that invention backward after having seen and tried the gypsies？flying carpets。 He was leaving； therefore； on the next train。 When they brought to the table the tiger…striped bunch of bananas that they were accustomed to hang in the dining room during lunch； he picked the first piece of fruit without great enthusiasm。 But he kept on eating as he spoke； tasting； chewing； more with the distraction of a wise man than with the delight of a good eater； and when he finished the first bunch he asked them to bring him another。 Then he took a small case with optical instruments out of the toolbox that he always carried with him。 With the auspicious attention of a diamond merchant he examined the banana meticulously； dissecting it with a special scalpel； weighing the pieces on a pharmacist’s scale； and calculating its breadth with a gunsmith’s calipers。 Then he took a series of instruments out of the chest with which he measured the temperature； the level of humidity in the atmosphere； and the intensity of the light。 It was such an intriguing ceremony that no one could eat in peace as everybody waited for Mr。 Herbert to pass a final and revealing judgment； but he did not say anything that allowed anyone to guess his intentions。
On the days that followed he was seen with a net and a small basket hunting butterflies on the outskirts of town。 On Wednesday a group of engineers； agronomists； hydrologists； topographers； and surveyors arrived who for several weeks explored the places where Mr。 Herbert had hunted his butterflies。 Later on Mr。 Jack Brown arrived in an extra coach that had been coupled onto the yellow train and that was silver…plated all over； with seats of episcopal velvet； and a roof of blue glass。 Also arriving on the special car； fluttering around Mr。 Brown； were the solemn lawyers dressed in black who in different times had followed Colonel Aureliano Buendía everywhere； and that led the people to think that the agronomists； hydrologists； topographers； and surveyors； like Mr。 Herbert with his captive balloons and his colored butterflies and Mr。 Brown with his mausoleum on wheels and his ferocious German shepherd dogs； had something to do with the war。 There was not much time to think about it； however； because the suspicious inhabitants of Macondo barely began to wonder what the devil was going on when the town had already bee transformed into an encampment of wooden houses with zinc roofs inhabited by foreigners who arrived on the train from halfway around the world； riding not only on the seats and platforms but even on the roof of the coaches。 The gringos； who later on brought their languid wives in muslin dresses and large veiled hats； built a separate town across the railroad tracks with streets lined with palm trees； houses with screened windows； small white tables on the terraces； and fans mounted