One Hundred Years of Solitude

and they lamented that it had
cost them so much of their
lives to fund the paradise of
shared solitude. Madly in
love after so many years of
sterile complicity, they
enjoyed the miracle of loving
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
old people they kept on
blooming like little children
and playing together like