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[Somewhere in the gray wood by the river is the huntsman and in the brooming corn and in the castellated press of cities. His work lies all wheres and his hounds tire not. I have seen them in a dream, slaverous and wild and their eyes crazed with ravening for souls in this world.] Fly them.


    — Cormac McCarthy, from Suttree (thanks, adangerouswomanuptoapoint)