1 Quotes by Peter B. McCord
- Author Peter B. McCord
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...stripped of the polish, gloss, veneer and lacquer that we wear as a polite shell and call civilization, the man of your old new world would but see in us a brother; and...what remote age was that in which he lived, since which slow-growing stone has walled in his bones and crusted the treasures of his handiwork?...Your new world does not extend far beneath the grass roots, sir.
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