"He told the boy that although he was huerfano
still he must cease his wanderings and make for
himself some place in the world because to wander
in this way would become for him a passion and by
this passion he would become estranged from men
and so ultimately from himself. He said that the
world could only be known as it existed in men's
hearts...to do this one must live with men and
not simply pass among them. ...The boy thanked
him for his words but he said that he was in fact
not an orphan and then he...turned the horse and
rode out. They stood watching him go...the old
man called out to him. Eres, he said. Eres
huerfano. But the boy only raised one hand and
touched his hat and rode on."

Cormac McCarthy, *The Crossing*