He poured the tumbler full. Drink up, he said. The world goes on. We have dancing nightly and this night is no exception. The straight and the winding way are one and now that you are here what do the years count since last we two met together? Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not. He took up the tumbler the judge had poured and he drank and set it down again. He looked at the judge. I been everwhere, he said. This is just one more place. The judge arched his brow. Did you post witnesses? he said. To report to you on the continuing existence of those places once you'd quit them? That's crazy. Is it? Where is yesterday?
( Cormac McCarthy )
[ Blood Meridian: Or the Evening ]
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