The gifts of the Almighty are weighed and parceled out in a scale peculiar to himself. It's no fair accountin… — Cormac McCarthy
The gifts of the Almighty are weighed and parceled out in a scale peculiar to himself. It's no fair accountin and I dont doubt but what he'd be the first to admit it and you put the query to him boldface.
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