page 377 of 429 of One Hundred Years of Solitude

Remember those PBS and BBC nature documentaries where they would take time-lapse photos of decaying fauna and flora then speed it up so strawberries would be enveloped by a gray-blue mold and cavity under their bloated weight or dead rodents would twitch and vibrate with a thousand hungry maggots until only the bones were left among green sprouting vines? That’s kinda what is happening as the book winds down.