page 333 of 429 of One Hundred Years of Solitude

‘It rained for four years. eleven months, and two days.’ What a great sentence!

So the flood has finally come to Macondo but unlike the bible where we never find out what happens to the more interesting people who god drowns away, we find the people here digging for gold coins under the house, picking leeches off of Ursula, making up what’s in the encyclopedia, and breaking all the fine china.

Starting over.