One Hundred Years of Solitude

and never did, to the point
where on a certain occasion
they resigned themselves to
eating crumbs for three days,
so that she could buy a Dutch
tablecloth. Nevertheless, no
matter how much they killed
themselves with work, no
matter how much money they
eked out, and no matter how
many schemes they thought
of, their guardian angels were
asleep with fatigue while they
put in coins and took them