One Hundred Years of Solitude

armored with a hard surface
of wiry hair which looked
like a medieval warriors mail
headdress. Her name was
Nigromanta. In those days
Aureliano lived off the sale of
silverware, candlesticks, and
other bric-a-brac from the
house. When he was
penniless, which was most of
the time, he got people in the
back of the market to give
him the chicken heads that
they were going to throw