One Hundred Years of Solitude

scrubbed him so much that
the arabesques of his
tattooing began to fade. When
they thought of the desperate
measure of seasoning him
with pepper, cumin seeds,
and laurel leaves and boiling
him for a whole day over a
slow fire, he had already
begun to decompose and they
had to bury him hastily. They
sealed him hermetically in a
special coffin seven and a
half feet long and four feet