March 27, 2013

In the Gray Wood By the River

Somewhere in the gray wood by the river is the huntsman and in the brooming corn and in the castellated press of citiesHis work lies all wheres and his hounds tire not. I have seen them in a dreamslaverous and wild and their eyes crazed with ravening for souls in this worldFly them. 
          ~ Cormac McCarthy, Suttree.

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