Love in the Time of Cholera
That is how they were: they spent their lives proclaiming their proud origins, the historic merits of the city, the value of its relics, its heroism, its beauty, but they were blind to the decay of the years. Dr. Juvenal Urbino, on the other hand, loved it enough to see it with the eyes of truth. (3.13)
"Love is the only thing that interests me," he said.
"The trouble," his uncle said to him, "is that without river navigation there is no love." (4.10-11)
He did not even ask his new clients any questions, because all he had to do was look at the whites of their eyes to know what their problem was, and he could write page after page of uncontrolled love, following the infallible formula of writing as he thought about Fermina Daza and nothing but Fermina Daza. (4.21)