One Hundred Years of Solitude

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