cormac
From Johnstown, Pennsylvania USA
Joined Saturday, December 14, 2002
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Children of God
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A death in the family
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Where Rivers Change Direction
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Epiphany: Stories
From Time to Time: A Novel/the Sequel to Time and Again
Time and Again
Kiss: A Novel of the 87th Precinct
A Short History of Africa
The Fool's Progress: An Honest Novel
Taosim
The Way of Life 'Tao Te Ching
The Bhagavad Gita
The Religions of Man
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Extended Profile
Literature and
music are my two main interests. Without a doubt my favorite author is Cormac McCarthy. If you are only familiar with him via the seriously flawed movie "All The Pretty Horses", please read his novels before you judge.
Here is a link to my wish list
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"They rode out on the high prairie where they slowed the horses to a walk and the stars swarmed around them out of the blackness. They heard somewhere in that tenantless night a bell that tolled and ceased where no bell was and they rode on the round dais of the earth which alone was dark and no light to it and which carried their figures and bore them up into the swarming stars so that they rode not under but among them and they rode at once jaunty and circumspect, like thieves newly loosed in that dark electric, like young thieves in a glowing orchard, loosely jacketed against the cold and ten thousand worlds for the choosing."
- Cormac McCarthy "All The Pretty Horses" p. 30
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Here is a link to my wish list
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"They rode out on the high prairie where they slowed the horses to a walk and the stars swarmed around them out of the blackness. They heard somewhere in that tenantless night a bell that tolled and ceased where no bell was and they rode on the round dais of the earth which alone was dark and no light to it and which carried their figures and bore them up into the swarming stars so that they rode not under but among them and they rode at once jaunty and circumspect, like thieves newly loosed in that dark electric, like young thieves in a glowing orchard, loosely jacketed against the cold and ten thousand worlds for the choosing."
- Cormac McCarthy "All The Pretty Horses" p. 30
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