What we are dealing with, he said, is a race of degenerates. A mongrel race, little better than niggers. And… — Cormac McCarthy
What we are dealing with, he said, is a race of degenerates. A mongrel race, little better than niggers. And maybe no better. There is no government in Mexico. Hell, there's no God in Mexico. Never will be. We are dealing with a people manifestly incapable of governing themselves. Do you know what happens with people who cannot govern themselves? That's right. Others come in to govern for them.
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Spanish: "People say the coyote is a witch. Most of the time, the witch is a coyote."
p. 75
Where is yesterday? Where is Glanton and Brown and where is the priest? He leaned closer. Where is Shelby, whom you left to the mercies of Elias in the desert, and where is Tate whom you abandoned in the mountains? Where the ladies, ah the fair and tender ladies with whom you danced at the governor's ball when you were a hero anointed with the blood of the enemies of the republic you'd elected to defend? And where is the fiddler and where the dance?
p. 344
This is a terrible place to die in.
Where’s a good one?
p. 217
