The Irishman ★★★★★

“He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear....One day I was talking to Cora. She prayed for me because she believed I was blind to sin, wanting me to kneel and pray too, because people to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too.“— William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

“In the Still of the Night” has never felt so laced with doom and resignation, a killer’s final lament.

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