They were watching, out there past men's knowing, where stars are drowning and whales ferry their vast souls through the black and seamless sea. — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He rose and turned toward the lights of town. The tidepools bright as smelterpots among the dark rocks where the phosphorescent seacrabs clambered back. Passing through the salt grass he looked back. The horse had not moved. A ship's light… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
