“He dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he
found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling
in love with her. Petra Cotes, for her part, loved him more and more as
she felt his love increasing, and that was how in the ripeness of autumn
she began to believe once more in the youthful superstition that
poverty was the servitude of love. Both looked back then on the wild
revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled fornication as an annoyance
and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find
the paradise of shared solitude. Madly in love after so many years of
sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of living each other as
much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when
they were two worn-out people they kept on blooming like little
children and playing together like dogs.”
-- From "One Hundred Years of Solitude" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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