Today I shot Land's End from the top of Kidd's Rock at high tide. I made my way onto the back lawn and had one last look at Daisy's place.
"Let us learn to show friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead."
"If it wasn't for the mist we could see your home across the bay... You always have a green light that burns all night at the end of your dock."
"Seeking, a little wistfully, for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game."
"He borrowed somebody's best suit to get married in, and never told me about it, and the man came after it one day when he was out... I gave it to him and then I lay down and cried... all afternoon."
"I belong to another generation... As for me, I am fifty years old, and I won't impose myself on you any longer."
"This is a valley of ashes - a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air. Occasionally a line of gray cars crawls along an invisible track, gives out a ghastly creak, and comes to rest, and immediately the ash-gray men swarm up with leaden spades and stir up an impenetrable cloud, which screens their obscure operations from your sight."
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