One Hundred Years of Solitude

broken slabs in the corner
where Úrsulas bed had
always stood and where the
glow was most intense to find
the secret crypt that
Aureliano Segundo had worn
himself out searching for
during the delirium of his
excavations. There were the
three canvas sacks closed
with copper wire, and inside
of them the seven thousand
two hundred fourteen pieces
of eight, which continued