One Hundred Years of Solitude

had passed when she saw the
last yellow butterfly
destroyed in the blades of the
fan and she admitted as an
irremediable truth that
Mauricio Babilonia had died.
She did not let herself be
defeated by resignation,
however. She kept on
thinking about him during the
arduous muleback crossing of
the hallucinating plateau
where Aureliano Segundo
had become lost when he was