Man," he said, "I'm not afraid of graveyards. The dead are just, you know, people who wanted the same things you and I want. " "What do we want?" I asked blurrily. "Aw, man, you know," he said. "We just want, well, the same things these people wanted. " "What was that?" He shrugged. "To live, I guess," he said.
November is auspicious in so many parts of the country: the rice harvest is already in, the weather starts to cool, and the festive glow which precedes Christmas has began to brighten the landscape.