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The crick­ets and the rust bee­tles scut­tled among the net­tles of the sage thicket. ‘Vámonos, ami­gos,’ he whis­pered, and threw the busted leather flint craw over the loose weave of the sad­dle cock, and they rode on in the frisca­lat­ing dusk light

~ Owen Wilson’s char­ac­ter Eli, in The Royal Tenenbaums