I could not calculate mentally. At twenty strokes of the pen had to fend that served at the Casino to mark the progress of the game and those cards divided into columns which facilitated employees. The back was tight for profit, that widened, forming chimeric amounts. He continued his game winner. In the forties he suddenly stopped. Five million francs. Definitely, they could not pay either in Europe or worldwide. The nations would have to be offered for sale, the globe would come to public auction, the men would be slaves, all women be rented to deliver the product of his disgrace, and even then would need to apply for a period of a few thousand years to get along with him, creditor of the universe, seated at his piano bench as on a throne.

Although he was certain he cheated, that no one on earth or heaven could strengthen the banks, continued to play. There were only ten strokes. And when he did gave the fifties, had a magnanimous trait. He gave thought to the Casino employees hundreds, thousands, millions and millions of millions. He was simply the figure at the head of the gain, and wrote in his cardboard:

5,000,000,000,000,000 francs

Five thousand trillion! … As a result of fifty minutes of work, not bad.

Suddenly called their attention to the silence with which the prince listened to Castro Novoa, and fixed his eyes of a visionary he still dazzled by the golden flutter of the Chimera.

Sage also spoke of millions of millions of figures could not include detailed words and repeating one after the other dozens of zeros. The pianist took it that prophesied the age of the sun within (here a figure endless), the disappearance of the present life, the escape of a constellation remotest star to its shutdown and death (another figure that instilled fear).