Florentino's obsession magnifies even after Fermina's decisive rejection on the the day of the old man's death (interestingly that's how I see him now - not as the urbane Dr. Urbino), and after her letter full of insults and rage. The epistolary wooing begins again, we're at a symmetrical point in their relationship though the pages are full or references to age now - the widow who won't let Florentino see her naked now, the view of Florentino himself, the contrast with the young girl he has seduced who he keeps distant from. The writing has a certain momentum now, it feels as if it is gathering itself for another great storm.
Again I'm tempted to rush the last pages - how long is it going to drag out? - but there aren't that many left, the writing is keeping my interest, so me and Marquez are jogging along to the denouement.
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