Florentino Ariza stated it another way: “The world is divided into those who screw and those who do not.” He distrusted those who did not: when they strayed from the straight and narrow, it was something so unusual for them that they bragged about love as if they had just invented it. Those who did it often, on the other hand, lived for that alone. They felt so good that their lips were sealed as if they were tombs, because they knew that their lives depended on their discretion. They never spoke of their exploits, they confided in no one, they feigned indifference to the point where they earned the reputation of being impotent or frigid, or above all timid fairies, as in the case of Florentino Ariza. But they took pleasure in the error because error protected them.
From “Love in the Time of Cholera,” by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
I am the organizer of Jupiter/Palm Beach Gardens Book Club Meetup. The group includes 78 friends who are avid readers. You are welcome to join. In our last meeting of July 6, we featured “Love in the Time of Cholera” by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. A stimulating discussion ensued about the different types of love and how the author had viewed this emotion. The philosophy displayed by the narrative and the beauty of magical realism dazzled us all. In this book, Garcia Marquez resurrects Don Quixote. The thin, gloomy figure of the distinguished knight comes to life again in Florentino Ariza. But in his case, the crazy obsession that drives him is unreachable love for a woman, Fermina Daza—the new Dulcinea del Toboso.
The above snippet speaks for itself. I should mention the power of observation and the philosophy that experience taught the author are well reflected in the paragraph.