There is no pleasing New Englanders, my dear, their soil is all rocks and their hearts are bloodless absolutes.


Act II - Buchanan Dying (1974)


There is no pleasing New Englanders, my dear, their soil is all rocks and their hearts are bloodless absolutes.

There is no pleasing New Englanders, my dear, their soil is all rocks and their hearts are bloodless absolutes.

There is no pleasing New Englanders, my dear, their soil is all rocks and their hearts are bloodless absolutes.

There is no pleasing New Englanders, my dear, their soil is all rocks and their hearts are bloodless absolutes.