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But Uncle Pio never ceased watching Camila. He divided the inhabitants
of this world into two groups, into those who had loved and those who
had not. It was a horrible aristocracy, apparently, for those who had no
capacity for love (or rather for suffering in love) could not be said to
be alive and certainly would not live again after their death. They were
a kind of straw population, filling the world with their meaningless
laughter and tears and chatter and disappearing still lovable and vain
into thin air. For this distinction he cultivated his own definition of
love that was like no other and that had gathered all its bitterness and
pride from his odd life. He regarded love as a sort of cruel malady
through which the elect are required to pass in their late youth and
from which they emerge, pale and wrung, but ready for the business of
living. There was (he believed) a great repertory of errors mercifully
impossible to human beings who had recovered from this illness.
Unfortunately there remained to them a host of failings, but at least
(from among many illustrations) they never mistook a protracted
amiability for the whole conduct of life, they never again regarded any
human being, from a prince to a servant, as a mechanical object. Uncle
Pio never ceased watching Camila because it seemed to him that she had
never undergone this initiation. In the months that followed her
introduction to the Viceroy he held his breath and waited. He held his
breath for years. Camila bore the Viceroy three children, yet remained
the same. He knew that the first sign of her entrance into the true
possession of the world would be the mastery of certain effects in her
acting. There were certain passages in the plays that she would compass
some day, simply, easily, and with secret joy, because they alluded to
the new rich wisdom of her heart; but her treatment of such passages
became more and more cursory, not to say embarrassed. He presently saw
that she had tired of Don Andrés and had returned to a series of
furtive love-affairs with the actors and matadors and merchants of the
town.
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