The blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening. Often he had to get up. No sound but the wind in the trees. He rose and stood tottering in… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening.” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
