One Hundred Years of Solitude

Catarino, who did not believe
in magical tricks of strength,
bet him twelve pesos that he
could not move the counter.
José Arcadio pulled it out of
its place, lifted it over his
head, and put it in the street.
It took eleven men to put it
back. In the heat of the party
he exhibited his unusual
masculinity on the bar,
completely covered with
tattoos of words in several
languages intertwined in blue