He was a fool — a brilliant man and I loved his beard, and there was the mountain ax in his brain, and all… — Norman Mailer
He was a fool — a brilliant man and I loved his beard, and there was the mountain ax in his brain, and all the blood poured out, and he could not see the Mexican sun. Your people raised the ax, and the last blood of revolutionary mankind, his poor blood, ran into the carpet.
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