"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."
Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
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