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6b47495
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He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.
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life
the-road
thoughtful
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Cormac McCarthy |
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e5fbc4e
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Suppose you were the last one left? Suppose you did that to yourself?
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morality
cormac-mccarthy
the-road
selfishness
survival
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Cormac McCarthy |
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deec16a
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Perhaps the greatest charm of tramp-life is the absence of monotony. In Hobo Land the face of life is protean--an ever changing phantasmagoria, where the impossible happens and the unexpected jumps out of the bushes at every turn of the road. The hobo never knows what is going to happen the next moment; hence, he lives only in the present moment. He has learned the futility of telic endeavor, and knows the delight of drifting along with the whimsicalities of Chance
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travel
the-road
jack-london
tramp
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Jack London |
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62926d0
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His mind was betraying him. Phantoms not heard from in a thousand years rousing slowly from their sleep.
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the-road
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Cormac McCarthy |
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e3e6e31
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Se quedo escuchando el goteo del agua en el bosque. Lecho rocoso, este. El frio y el silencio. Las cenizas del mundo difunto trajinadas de aca para alla por los crudos y transitorios vientos en el vacio. Llevadas, esparcidas y llevadas de nuevo. Todo desencajado de su apuntalamiento. Sin soporte en el viento cinereo. Sostenido por una respiracion, temblorosa y breve. Ojala mi corazon fuese de piedra.
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la-carretera
mccarthy
the-road
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Cormac McCarthy |
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c557c46
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The mummied dead everywhere. The flesh cloven along the bones, the ligaments dried to tug and taut as wires. Shriveled and drawn like latterday bogfolk, their faces of boiled sheeting, the yellowed palings of their teeth. They were discalced to a man like pilgrims of some common order for all their shoes were long since stolen.
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death
the-road
corpses
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Cormac McCarthy |
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8295043
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He walked to the top of a rise and crouched and watched the day accrue. The chary dawn, the cold illucid world.
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the-road
pretentious
morning
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Cormac McCarthy |
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51435d1
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Where all was burnt to ash before them no fires were to be had and the nights were long and dark and cold beyond anything they'd yet encountered. Cold to crack the stones. To take your life.
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the-road
night
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Cormac McCarthy |
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dd76dac
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En sus suenos su palida novia iba hacia el desde una verde boveda de ramas. Sus pezones como de marga y sus costillas pintadas de blanco. Llevaba un vestido de gasa y sus cabellos oscuros estaban recogidos con peinetas de marfil, peinetas de concha. Su sonrisa, su mirada baja. Por la manana volvia a nevar. Cuentas de hielo gris en ristra sobre los cables de electricidad.
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la-carretera
mccarthy
the-road
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Cormac McCarthy |
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5aa1466
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He rose and stood tottering in that cold dark with his arms held out for balance while the vestibular calculations in his skull cranked out their reckonings. An old chronicle. To seek out the upright. No fall but preceded by a declination... Upright to what? Something nameless in the night, lode or matrix. To which he and the stars were common satellite. Like the great pendulum in its rotunda scribing through the long day movements of the universe of which you may say it knows nothing and yet know it must.
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the-road
direction
night
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Cormac McCarthy |
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97922f2
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The boy's candlecolored skin was all but translucent.
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the-road
starvation
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Cormac McCarthy |
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d3104ef
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In the draws the smoke coming off the ground like mist and the thin black trees burning on the slopes like heathen candles.
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the-road
trees
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Cormac McCarthy |
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857ec62
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To seek out the upright. No fall but preceded by a declination. He took great marching steps into the nothingness, counting them against his return. Eyes closed, arms oaring. Upright to what? Something nameless in the night, lode or matrix. To which he and the stars were common satellite. Like the great pendulum in its rotunda scribing through the long day movements of the universe of which you may say it knows nothing and yet know it must.
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the-road
existentialism
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Cormac McCarthy |
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fbe51e2
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Ella se marcho y la frialdad de la partida fue su regalo final. Lo haria con una hojuela de obsidiana. El mismo le habia ensenado como. Mas afilada que el acero. El borde de un grosor de atomo. Y ella llevaba razon. No habia argumentos. Innumerables noches pasadas en vela debatiendo los pros y los contras de la autodestruccion con la seriedad de unos filosofos encadenados al muro de un manicomio. Por la manana el chico no dijo nada de nada y cuando tuvieron el equipaje hecho y estuvieron listos para echarse a la carretera se volvio y miro hacia donde habian acampado la vispera y dijo: Se ha marchado, ?verdad? Y el dijo: Si.
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mccarthy
the-road
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Cormac McCarthy |
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8241d7b
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Polished round and smooth as marbles or lozenges of stone veined and striped. Black disclets and bits of polished quartz all bright from the mist off the river.
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the-road
stones
rocks
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Cormac McCarthy |
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7f2a99c
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Pe-acest drum nu mai e nici un suflet de om de la care sa auzi vorba Domnului. S-au dus, iar eu am ramas si ei au luat cu ei lumea. Intrebare: prin ce se deosebeste ce nu va fi niciodata de ce nu a fost niciodata?
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drumul
the-road
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Cormac McCarthy |