Blog Post #7

"A short time later, when the carpenter was taking measurements for the coffin, through the window they saw a light rain of tiny yellow flowers falling. They fell on the town all through the night in a silent storm, and they covered the roofs and blocked the doors and smothered the animals who dept outdoors. So many flowers fell from the sky that in the morning the streets were carpeted with a compact cushion and they had to clear them away with shovels and rakes so that the funeral procession could pass by." (140)

This paragraph describes the death of José Arcadio Buendía. He a passionate and even paranoid scientist who can sacrifice anything for the truth in his vision. His madness remind me of Don Quixote, who is also a man that is full of ideals. From the first alchemist experiment to the magnifying glass invention, José Arcadio Buendía never gives up or tired of pursuing his ideals. His solitude is shown from the beginning, no one really believes him and his theories. His later years is suffering from the memory regression. This paragraph is like a anthem towards his life, which is extremely beautiful. A sky full of yellow flowers that blown by a storm accompanies him to rest in peace. This scenery is rare and ethereal, but no one really care or appreciate it. They clear the flower away in order to pass by. This flower rain kind of represents José Arcadio Buendía's life, he lives his life to fullest but is always neglected by others.