Senior HTF Member
- Dec 11, 2000
- Real Name
- Steve Gonzales
Ain't this the truth?
"Like I care what some big, fat, stupid sports fan thinks of me," said Dansby, watching Moreland exit the mall, Jason Sehorn jersey in tow. "I bet the last book that guy read was called The Michael Jordan Story or something. Quite a literary masterwork, I'm sure."
Dansby added that he is nearly finished with Timothy Zahn's Dark Force Rising, which he praised as being "in the 80th percentile of Star Wars novels."
He thought on homeland, the big timber, the air thin and chill all the year long. Tulip poplars so big through the trunk they put you in mind of locomotives set on end. He thought of getting home and building him a cabin on Cold Mountain so high that not a soul but the nighthawks passing across the clouds in autumn could hear his sad cry. Of living a life so quiet he would not need ears. And if Ada would go with him, there might be the hope, so far off in the distance he did not even really see it, that in time his despair might be honed off to a point so fine and thin that it would be nearly the same as vanishing.
-- Charles Frazier, Cold Mountain