The
Marquis dusted off the Italian theorbo. He restrung it, tuned it with a
perseverance that could be understood only as love, and once again accompanied
the songs of the past, sung with the good voice and bad ear that neither years
nor troubled memories had changed. This was when she asked him whether it was
true that love conquered all, as the songs said.
"It
is true," he replied, "but you would do well not to believe it."
~Gabriel
Garcia Marquez, Of Love and Other Demons, 1994
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