"In that wild high country he'd lie in the cold and the dark and listen to the wind and watch the last few embers of his fire at their dying and the red crazings in the woodcoals where they broke along their unguessed gridlines. As if in the trying of the wood were elicited hidden geometries and their orders which could only stand fully revealed, such is the way of the world, in darkness and ashes. He heard no wolves. Ragged and half starving and his horse dismayed he rode a week later in the mining town of El Tigre."Wow! I mean, just wow!
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Beautiful Description in The Crossing
Just a quick post to share this beaut of a sentence that I found in The Crossing by Cormac McCarthy.