62/100 He must have drunk the moon bottle

He’ll be gone through the grey door of the wind.  

 He must have drunk the moon bottle, that bright unchancy stuff, to the last black drop.

[‘The Tinker’, from ‘Saul Scarth’, George Mackay Brown, The wreck of the Archangel]

 

61/100 She went to the hangman laughing like a lover

Oh yes, but she cried when she saw the post and the rope!.

She stopped then.  She went to the hangman laughing like a lover.

[from Gallowsha (A witch fire), George Mackay Brown, ‘Travellers’]