The old man swung his head back and forth. The way of the transgressor is hard. God made this world, but he didn't make it to suit everbody, did he? I don't believe he much had me in mind. —Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian
The old man swung his head back and forth. The way of the transgressor is hard. God made this world, but he didn't make it to suit everbody, did he?
I don't believe he much had me in mind.
—Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian
