The Long Run [antikvár]

X^Éi ll idS ifete'BHRrasrcSfeBILL TAGGART WAS AWAKENED AT DAWM BY THE CRYING OUT of his own voice when the light was beginning to bring smal details out of darkness. Then he heard the screeching noise that he was familiar with, of birds blasting at the day with the full power of their lungs, and monkeys chattering like crazy tlnings in the jungle. The animals made yells and screams and harsh laughter. He heard the thunder of the ocean waves rumbling on the Mexican shore sensed the repetition of nature that steadies your happiness or your sorrow with a balance of sarneness; on a lay the new day tha same birds making the same noise, the same waves beating the same shore, the same light coming, the same hearts thumping, and the same heat coming that would give him the same fatigue and the same trudging on and on to another night, the same night, and sleep.