Old woods and deep. At one time in the world there were

Old woods and deep. At one time in the world there were woods that no one owned and these were like them.

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Cormac McCarthy's "Child of God" evokes a haunting imagery of ancient, unexplored woods that symbolize freedom and ownershiplessness. These woods are described as deep and old, suggesting a timelessness and mystery that is both alluring and intimidating. They serve as a backdrop for themes of isolation and the search for belonging, reflecting a state of nature untouched by human civilization.

This quote captures the essence of nature's wild beauty and the...

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