What man would not be a dancer if he could, said the judge. It’s a great thing, the dance. [...] Drink up, he… — Cormac McCarthy
What man would not be a dancer if he could, said the judge. It’s a great thing, the dance. [...]
Drink up, he said. Drink up. This night thy soul may be required of thee.
p. 341Source: Wikiquote · CC BY-SA 4.0
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p. 344
This is a terrible place to die in.
Where’s a good one?
p. 217
