page ripped out of a book (#1397)

     He lay back in his blankets and looked out where the quartermoon lay cocked over 
the heel of the mountains.  In that false blue dawn the Pleiades seemed to be rising 
up into the darkness above the world and dragging all the stars away, the great diamond 
of Orion and Cepella and the signature of Cassiopeia all rising up through the phosphorus 
dark like a sea-net.  He lay a long time listening to the others breathing in their 
sleep while he contemplated the wildness about him, the wildness within.
     
     from _All the Pretty Horses_ by Cormac McCarthy