One Hundred Years of Solitude

death, but it seemed to be
without violence because it
consisted of distorted attacks
and ghostly evasions, slow,
cautious, solemn, so that
during it all there was time
for the petunias to bloom and
for Gaston to forget about his
aviators dream in the next
room, as if they were two
enemy lovers seeking
reconciliation at the bottom
of an aquarium. In the heat of
that savage and ceremonious