A rancher
friend of Charlie Goodnight who was wiped out in the great crash of 1873: “I’m
all right, I’ll come back. I came here fifty years ago with only sixty-five
cents and asthma, and I still got the asthma.”
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The Game by Jack London
He lacked speech-expression. He expressed himself with his hands, at his work, and with his body and the play of his muscles in the square...
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