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a10fdc3
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He is where he is supposed to be. And yet the place he has found is also of his own choosing. That is a piece of luck not to be despised.
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fate
luck
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Cormac McCarthy |
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2869399
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Long voyages often lose themselves. Mam? You will see. It is difficult even for brothers to travel together on such a voyage. The road has its own reasons and no two travelers will have the same understanding of those reasons. If indeed they come to an understanding of them at all. Listen to the corridos of the country. They will tell you. Then you will see in your own life what is the cost of things. Perhaps it is true that nothing is hidd..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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0a27679
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The night is quiet. Like a camp before battle. The city beset by a thing unknown and will it come from forest or sea? The murengers have walled the pale, the gates are shut, but lo the thing's inside and can you guess his shape? Where he's kept or what's the counter of his face? Is he a weaver, bloody shuttle shot through a time warp, a carder of souls from the world's nap? Or a hunter with hounds or do bone horses draw his dead cart throug..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Curious the small and lesser fates that join to lead a man to this. The thousand brawls and stoven jaws, the clubbings and the broken bottles and the little knives that come from nowhere. For him perhaps it all was done in silence, or how would it sound, the shot that fired the bullet that lay already in his brain? These small enigmas of time and space and death.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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3cb68d7
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When they had arranged their blankets the boy lowered the lamp and stepped into the yard and pulled the door shut behind, leaving them in profound and absolute darkness. No one moved. In that cold stable the shutting of the door may have evoked in some hearts other hostels and not of their choosing. The mare sniffed uneasily and the young colt stepped about. Then one by one they began to divest themselves of their outer clothes, the hide s..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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f2ed98d
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A person who had no one would be well advised to cobble together some passable ghost. Breathe it into being and coax it along with words of love. Offer it each phantom crumb and shield it from harm with your body
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Cormac McCarthy |
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e0aece6
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Suttree surfaced from these fevered deeps to hear a maudlin voice chant latin by his bedside, what medieval ghost come to usurp his fallen corporeality. An oiled thumball redolent of lime and sage pondered his shuttered lids. Miserere mei, Deus ... His ears anointed, his lips ... omnis maligna discordia ... Bechrismed with scented oils he lay boneless in a cold euphoria. Japheth when you left your father's house the birds had flown. You wer..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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459af11
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There is no book and your fathers are dead in the ground.
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life-and-death
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Cormac McCarthy |
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0c28c28
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She said that the breath of God was his breath yet though it pass from man to man through all of time.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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a637eca
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He saw an idiot in a yard in a leather harness chained to a clothesline and it leaned and swayed drooling and looked out upon the alley with eyes that fed the most rudimentary brain and yet seemed possessed of news in the universe denied right forms, like perhaps the eyes of squid whose simian depths seem to harbor some horrible intelligence. All down past the hedges a gibbering and howling in a hoarse frog's voice, word perhaps of things k..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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f994f29
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Lost ye way in the dark, said the old man. He stirred the fire, standing slender tusks of bone up out of the ashes. The kid didn't answer. The old man swung his head back and forth. The way of the transgressor is hard. God made this world, but he didnt make it to suit everbody, did he? I don't believe he much had me in mind.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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9330f0b
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Because a lot of the time ever when I say anything about how the world is goin to hell in a handbasket people will just sort of smile and tell me I'm gettin old.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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06827db
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and when he saw the kid standing there looking looking down at him he held out to him his bloodied hands as if in accusation and then clapped them to his ears and cried out what it seemed he himself would not hear, a howl of such outrage as to stitch a caesura in the pulsebeat of the world.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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e9d9807
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The wicked know that if the ill they do be of sufficient horror that men will not speak against it. That men have just enough stomach for small evils and only these will they oppose. He said that true evil has power to sober the smalldoer against his own deeds and in the contemplation of that evil he may even find the path of righteousness which has been foreign to his feet and may have no power but to go upon it. Even this man may be appal..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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34146f5
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My daddy once told me that some of the most miserable people he ever knew were the ones that finally got what they'd always wanted.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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c78c5e4
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By the time I was sixteen I had read many books and I had become a freethinker.
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inspirational
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Cormac McCarthy |
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9d80cd6
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If I didnt have her I dont know what I would have. Well, yes I do. You wouldnt need a box to put it in, neither.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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6a45b1e
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If I dont go will you go anyways? John Grady sat up and put his hat on. I'm already gone, he said.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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8eba0e6
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he..said..in the oratory to which he was prone that they had witnessed a thing against which time would not prevail. He meant a thing to be remembered, but the young apostate by the rail at his elbow had already begun to sicken at the slow seeping of life. He could see the shape of the skull through the old man's flesh. Hear sand in the glass. Lives running out like something foul, night-soil from a cesspipe, a measured dripping in the dark..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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c31f7e0
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Even in this world, more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way. For existence has its own order and that no man's mind can compass, that mind itself being but a fact among others.
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mccarthy
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Cormac McCarthy |
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fc1ae6a
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He said the right dreams for a man in peril were dreams of peril and all else was the call of languor and death
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Cormac McCarthy |
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ec884af
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Every man's death is a standing in for every other. And since death comes to all there is no way to abate the fear of it except to love that man who stands for us. We are not waiting for his history to be written. He passed here long ago. That man who is all men and who stands in the dock for us until our own time come and we must stand for him. Do you love him, that man? Will you honor the path he has taken? Will you listen to his tale?
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Cormac McCarthy |
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285f230
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It may be that the life I desire for her no longer even exists, yet I know what she does not. That there is nothing to lose.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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abfb3b8
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I dont know what happens to country.
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loss
borders
frontier
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Cormac McCarthy |
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77ccf29
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He'd watched a falcon fall down the long blue wall of the mountain and break with the keel of its breastbone the midmost from a flight of cranes and take it to the river below all gangly and wrecked and trailing its loose and blowsy plumage in the still autumn air.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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d3a21fb
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Foreign stars in the nights down there. A whole new astronomy Mensa, Musca, the Chameleon. Austral constellations nigh unknown to northern folk. Wrinkling, fading, through the cold black waters. As he rocks in his rusty pannier to the sea's floor in a drifting stain of guano. What family has no mariner in its tree? No fool, no felon. No fisherman.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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94cdf65
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The tinker in his burial tree was a wonder to the birds. The vultures that came by day to nose with their hooked beaks among his buttons and pockets like outrageous pets soon left him naked of his rags and flesh alike. Black mandrake sprang beneath the tree as it will where the seed of the hanged falls and in spring a new branch pierced his breast and flowered in a green boutonniere perennial beneath his yellow grin. He took the sparse wint..
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classic-cormac
skeletal-remains
grim-beauty
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Cormac McCarthy |
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c052e5d
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One spring morning timing the lean near-liquid progress of a horse on a track, the dust exploding, the rapid hasping of his hocks, coming up the straight foreshortened and awobble and passing elongate and birdlike wish harsh breaths and slatted brisket heaving and the muscles sliding and brunching in clocklike flexion under the wet black hide and a gout of foam hung from the long jaw and then gone in a muted hoofclatter, the aging magistrat..
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time
liquid
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Cormac McCarthy |
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d948f48
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Ah, they said. Que bueno. And after and for a long time to come he'd have reason to evoke the recollection of those smiles and to reflect upon the good will which provoked them for it had power to protect and to confer honor and to strengthen resolve and it had power to hear men and to bring them to safety long after all other resources were exhausted.
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friendship
generosity
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Cormac McCarthy |
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ca233ea
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Evening. The dead sheathed in the earth's crust and turning the slow diurnal of the earth's wheel, at peace with eclipse, asteroid, the dusty novae, their bones brindled with mold and the celled marrow going to frail stone, turning, their fingers laced with root, at one with Tut and Agamemnon, with the seed and the unborn.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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9d950ac
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The martyr who longs for the flames can be no right candidate for them.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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32bbf09
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When you're a kid you have these notions about how things are goin to be, Billy said. You get a little older and you pull back some on that. I think you just wind up tryin to minimize the pain. Anyway this country aint the same. Nor anything in it. The war changed everthing. I dont think people even know it yet.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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57c0781
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He sat by a gray window in the gray light in an abandoned house in the late afternoon and read old newspapers while the boy slept. The curious news. The quaint concerns.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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febe718
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The freedom of birds is an insult to me. I'd have them all in zoos. That would be a hell of a zoo. The judge smiled. Yes, he said. Even so.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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0cd74c3
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Wolves cull themselves, man. What other creature could? And is the race of man not more predacious yet?
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Cormac McCarthy |
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781cd35
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If God meant to interfere in the degeneracy of mankind would he not have done so by now? Wolves cull themselves, man. What other creature could? And is the race of man not more predacious yet? The way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of night. His spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. His meridian is at once his darkenin..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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695d64c
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This is what the good guys do. They keep trying. They don't give up.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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6d39d69
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Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that. You forget some things, dont you? Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget
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Cormac McCarthy |
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38289a9
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In what direction did lost men veer?
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Cormac McCarthy |
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6462af9
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If he is not the word of God, then God never spoke.
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thought-provoking
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Cormac McCarthy |
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11784c6
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If we were going to die would you tell me? I dont know. We're not going to die.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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57233fd
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El le cogio la mano y cruzaron la calle hasta el hotel. Intento leerle el corazon en el apreton de su mano, pero no adivino nada.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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c7eca50
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And maybe no better. There is no government in Mexico. Hell, there's no God in Mexico. Never will be. We are dealing with a people manifestly incapable of governing themselves. And do you know what happens with people who cannot govern themselves? That's right. Others come in to govern for them.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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c08237c
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In the night's in their thousands to dream the dreams of a child's imaginings, worlds rich or fearful such as might offer themselves but never the one to be.
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Cormac McCarthy |