"What the hell do you mean a spy"said Florentino Ariza."I am nothing but a poor lover."
For three nights he slept with irons around his ankles in the cells of the local garrison.By when he was released he felt defrauded by the brevity of his captivity and even in the days of his old age when so many other wars were confused in his memory he still thought he was the only man in the city and perhaps in the country who had dragegd five pounds of irons for the sake of love.
-Love in the time of cholera ; Gabriel GArcia Marquez.
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