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“They sat in the little diningroom and ate. She'd put on music, a violin concerto. The phone didnt ring. Did you take it off the hook? No, she said. Wires must be down. She smiled. I think it's just the snow. I think it makes people stop and think. Bell nodded. I hope it comes a blizzard then. Do you remember the last time it snowed here? No, I cant say as I do. Do you? Yes I do. When was it. It'll come to you. Oh. She smiled. They ate.”

Quote by Cormac McCarthy

Work

No Country for Old Men

Cormac McCarthy's novel is a haunting exploration of fate, conscience, and the moral decay of a society. The story follows a man who stumbles upon a large sum of money and becomes entangled in a dangerous chase across the desert. As the line between good and evil blurs, the protagonist is forced to confront the harsh realities of a world where the old ways no longer apply. more

Author

Cormac McCarthy
Cormac McCarthy

American novelist known for his profound literary style and rich imagination. His notable works include 'The Border Trilogy' and 'No Country for Old Men'. more

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