miercuri, 17 august 2022

Cormac McCarthy -"Blood Meridian"


"Glanton sat his horse and looked long out upon this scene. Sparse on the mesa the dry weeds lashed in the wind like the earth’s long echo of lance and spear in the old encounters forever unrecorded. All the sky seemed troubled and night came quickly over the evening land and small Gillis birds flew crying softly after the fled sun. He chucked up the horse. He passed ans so passed all into the problematical destruction of darkness."

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