Albert Bierstadt The Mountain Brook painting

Albert Bierstadt The Mountain Brook paintingAlbert Bierstadt Bridal Veil Falls Yosemite painting
but was only a task to be performed, that whatever he was he was no coward, he had marched the whole way—or most of it, any idiot could see that—and that he was as far removed from the vulgar battle, the competition, which Mannix had tried to promote as the frozen, remotest stars. He just didn't care. Culver strove, in a sick, heaving effort, to rise, to go and somehow separate them, but
Mannix was charging on: "You run your troops. Fine. O.K. But what's all this about crapping out—"
"Wait a minute, Captain, now—" the Colonel blurted ominously. "For your information—"
"Fuck you and your information," said Mannix in a hoarse, choked voice. He was almost sobbing. "If you think—"
But he went no further, for the Colonel had made a curious, quick gesture—stage-gesture, fantastic and subtle, and it was like watching an old cowboy film to