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Now it's time for a reflection on death and a kind of eulogy for Macabéa.
The narrator says that Macabéa is dead, and that's the only truth left.
So that question, "What is Macabéa?" The answer is, "She is not" (6.449).
That she is dead seems to be the only truth left. Our narrator asks, "What is she?" The reply is "she is not" (6.449).
Rodrigo S.M. says that the greatest guilt is his.
He tries to laugh, but he can't.
Oh no! Actually, Rodrigo S.M. says that Macabéa has murdered him. He has died along with her: "Forgive my dying. It was unavoidable" (6.453).
Uh-huh. This is getting a little weird.
And now for the eulogy: "Macabéa is dead. The bells were ringing without making any sound. I now understand this story. She is the imminence in those bells, pealing so softly. The greatness of every human being" (6.455-456).