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The cooler days have brought a wistful mood upon him. The smell of coalsmoke in the air at night. Old times, dead years. For him such memories are bitter ones.
Cormac McCarthy
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Cormac McCarthy
Age: 91
Born: 1933
Born: July 20
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Charles McCarthy
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Creedless shells of men tottering down the causeways like migrants in a feverland.
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