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  • 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.

    Cormac McCarthy (2015). “Blood Meridian: Picador Classic”, p.348, Pan Macmillan