So love becomes nobler and greater in calamity.
It was the smell of human fermentation, wich he had perceived in his oldest lovers and they had detected in him.
They talked to pass the time. They spoke of themselves, of their divergent lives, of the incredible coincidence of their lying naked in a dark cabin o a stranded boat when reason them they had time only for death.
Love in the Time of Cholera, Gabriel Garcia Marquez