“In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.” (McCarthy, 150)
F. Scott Fitzgerald: And they walked on, against that intense, surrounding past.
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne ceaselessly into the past.” (Fitzgerald, 180)
Cormac McCarthy: They continued on the road in which all things were of the past.
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