There was just a moment when things weren't quite the same, weren't quite as they had always been through the long friendship

All evil comes from the old. They grow fat on ideas and young men die of them.

hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

L'azione è verità, e la verità vacilla quando la guerra finisce e gli abitanti del villaggio sono liberi di tornare ai loro campi. Sopravviviamo, e siamo nuovamente sconfitti.

Written By Don DeLillo

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