Ignoring that, it was still worth reading just for its moments of pure bad-assed brilliance. It makes me want to hop a freight train to New Mexico, tame a wild horse (after, you know, learning to ride a horse), and ride it around the desert while wearing cowboy boots and a Stetson and maybe getting shot at by some bandits.
You think it's worse to be cold or be hungry?
I think it's worse to be both.
I'm a hungry son of a bitch.
When did you take to cussin so much?
When I quit eatin.
It would take one hell of a wife to beat no wife at all.