"He looked at a world of incredible loveliness. Old distaff Celt's blood in some back chamber of his brain moved him to discourse with the birches, with the oaks. A cool green fire kept breaking in the woods and he could hear the footsteps of the dead. Everything had fallen from him. He scarce could tell where his being ended or the world began nor did he care. He lay on his back in the gravel, the earth's core sucking his bones, a moment's giddy vertigo with this illusion of falling outward through blue and windy space, over the offside of the planet, hurtling through the high thin cirrus."

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Source: Cormac McCarthy (2010). “Cities of the Plain”, p.274, Pan Macmillan

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Cormac McCarthy

Novelist, Screenwriter

Cormac McCarthy is an acclaimed American novelist known for his stark prose and exploration of existential themes in works like 'The Road.'

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