November 9, 2004

Last line

Then, starting home, he walked toward the trees, and under them, leaving behind him the big sky, the whisper of wind voices in the wind-bent wheat.

Posted by sheila
Comments

In Cold Blood, Truman Capote...

Had to take this one off the shelf to check. :-)

Posted by: Curtis at November 9, 2004 5:44 PM

Yup

A lovely peaceful ending to a freakin' violent book.

Great book.

Posted by: red at November 9, 2004 5:46 PM

Yeah. Absolutely amazing. And freaky. And wonderful.

Posted by: Curtis at November 9, 2004 5:59 PM