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Prospects: a prickly word, a sour betrayer. It was supposed to fill your thoughts with gold, or with clear air and great and lovely distances. Well, the metal came quickly enough to mind, but beards followed shortly, dirt and the deceptions of the desert, biscuits like powdered pumice, tin spoons, stinking mules, clattering cups, stinking water, deceiving air.
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Prospects. They made him think dirt. They made him think rags, snakes, picks, and the murder of companions.
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― In the Heart of the Heart of the Country and Other Stories
― In the Heart of the Heart of the Country and Other Stories
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I don't think that things are easy to understand, but such a way I get the courage to figure out the most difficult prospects of any matter.
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