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“His mother knew before he told her because he lost his voice and his appetite, and spent the entire night tossing and turning in his bed. But when he began to wait to the answer to his first letter, his anguish was complicated by diarrhea and green vomit. He became disoriented and suffered from sudden fainting spells, and his mother was terrified because his condition did not resemble the turmoil of love so much as the devastation of cholera….because he had the weak pulse, the hoarse breathing, and the pale perspiration of a dying man. But his examination revealed that he had no fever, no pain anywhere, and that his only concrete feeling was an urgent desire to die. All that was needed was shrewd questioning, first of the patient and then of his mother, to conclude once again that the symptoms of love were the same as those of cholera.”

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Love in the Time of Cholera

Gabriel Arcadio Márquez's classic novel weaves a tale of passion, loyalty, and the passage of time. The story follows the tumultuous relationship between Fermina Daza and Florentino Ariza, spanning over half a century and several love affairs. Set against the backdrop of the Cholera epidemic in Latin America during the 19th century, the novel delves into themes of love, loss, and the human condition. more

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