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626963d
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By midmorning eight of the horses stood tied and the other eight were wilder than deer, scattering along the fence and bunching and running in a rising sea of dust as the day warmed, coming to reckon slowly with the remorselessness of this rendering of their fluid and collective selves into that condition of separate and helpless paralysis which seemed to be among them like a creeping plague.
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west
horses
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Cormac McCarthy |
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d837fb3
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Cuando suenes con un mundo que nunca existio o con un mundo que no existira y estes contento otra vez entonces te habras rendido. ?Lo entiendes? Y no puedes rendirte. Yo no lo permitire.
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rendirse
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Cormac McCarthy |
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f964076
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He rode out in the dark long before daylight and he rode the sun up and he rode it down again. In the oncoming years a terrible drought struck west Texas. He moved on. There was no work in that country anywhere. Pasture gates stood open and sand drifted in the roads and after a few years it was rare to see stock of any kind and he rode on. Days of the world. Years of the world. Till he was old.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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e6b8b9f
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They trekked out along the crescent sweep of beach, keeping to the firmer sand below the tidewrack. They stood, their clothes flapping softly. Glass floats covered with a gray crust. The bones of seabirds. At the tideline a woven mat of weeds and the ribs of fishes in their millions stretching along the shore as far as the eye could see like an isocline of death. One vast salt sepulchre. Senseless. Senseless.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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ffad418
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Love makes men foolish. I speak as a victim myself. We are taken out of our own care and then it remains to be seen only if fate will show to us some share of mercy. Or little. Or none.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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e69b9ce
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He waved away the whiskeybottle with a smile. In this tall room, the cracked plaster sootstreaked with the shapes of laths beneath, this barrenness, this fellowship of the doomed. Where life pulsed obscenely fecund. In the drift of voices and the laughter and the reek of stale beer the Sunday loneliness seeped away. Aint that right Suttree? What's that? About there bein caves all in under the city. That's right. What all's down there in em?..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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bb714f8
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She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift. She would do it with a flake of obsidian. He'd taught her himself. Sharper than steel. The edge an atom thick. And she was right. There was no argument. The hundred nights they'd sat up arguing the pros and cons of self destruction with the earnestness of philosophers chained to a madhouse wall. In the morning the boy said nothing at all and when they were packed and ready to set out u..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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f1b391e
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He took up her stiff head out of the leaves and held it or he reached to hold what cannot be held, what already ran among the mountains at once terrible and of a great beauty, like flowers that feed on flesh. What blood and bone are made of but can themselves not make on any altar nor by any wound of war. What we may well believe has power to cut and shape and hollow out the dark form of the world surely if wind can, if rain can. But which ..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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c8656c2
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It was the judge and the imbecile. They were both of them naked and they neared through the desert dawn like beings of a mode little more than tangential to the world at large, their figures now quick with clarity and now fugitive in the strangeness of that same light. Like things whose very portent renders them ambiguous. Like things so charged with meaning that their forms are dimmed.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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bf3760a
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Wrinkle not thy sable brow at me, my friend. All will be known to you at last. To you as to every man.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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e54428e
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But the kid only spat into the darkness of the space between them. I know your kind, he said. What's wrong with you is wrong all the way through you.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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4c5e8ee
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the child would ask him questions about the world that for him was not even a memory. He thought hard how to answer. There is no past.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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27bd0ac
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He slept and in his sleep he saw his friends again and they were coming downriver on muddy floodwaters, Hoghead and the City Mouse and J-Bone and Bearhunter and Bucket and Boneyard and J D Davis and Earl Solomon, all watching him where he stood on the shore. They turned gently in their rubber bullboat, bobbing slightly on the broad and ropy waters, their feet impinging in the floor of the thing with membraneous yellow tracks. They glided pa..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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ce45210
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They had no curiousity about him at all. As if they knew all that they needed to know. They stood and watched him pass and watched him vanish upon that landscape solely because he was passing. Solely because he would vanish.
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passing
vanishing
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Cormac McCarthy |
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20df21f
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And he no longer cared to tell which were things done and which dreamt.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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9cc4177
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They were in good spirits, scrubbed and combed, clean shirts all. Each foreseeing a night of drink, perhaps of love. How many youths have come home cold and dead from just such nights and just such plans.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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f5fc58e
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Men are attracted to flawed women too of course, but their illusion is that they can fix them. Women don't want to fix anything. They just want to be entertained. The truth about women is you can do anything to them except bore them.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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626bf01
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He said that like every man who comes to the end of something there was nothing to be done but to begin again. No puedo recordar el mundo de luz, he said. Hace muchos anos. Ese mundo es un mundo fragil. Ultimamente lo que vine a ver era mas durable. Mas verdadero.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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49c33e1
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He said that journeys involving the company of the dead were notorious for their difficulty but that in truth every journey was so accompanied.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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5b9bd92
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Bears that dance, bears that don't.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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adb7fa6
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Hrf mn rj` bh yn nyst khh bdwny khjyy. rj` bh ynh khh bh yh jyy brsy bdwn ynkhh hychy b khwdt brdh bshy. chyzyy rj` bh shrw` dwbrh tw dhhnt hst. y tw dhhn hr khs dyghy. tw hychwqt dwbrh shrw` nmykhny. tmm Hrf mn hmynh. hr qdmy khh brmydry bry bd brdshth shdh. nmytwny pkhsh khny.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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8f11eb7
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The Good Book says that the meek shall inherit the earth and I expect that's probably the truth. I aint no freethinker, but I'll tell you what. I'm a long way from bein convinced that it's all that good a thing.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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537d1ee
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Whoo, he said when he saw them. I'm drunkern shit. They sat their horses and looked down at him. Can you ride or not? said Rawlins. Does a bear shit in the woods? Hell yes I can ride. I was ridin when I fell off.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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6aa60b9
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I got no use for a man piss backwards on his friends.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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39f3ee9
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It is not my experience that life's difficulties make people more charitable.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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4c2a8a0
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where all is known, no narrative is possible.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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10c5f75
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I'm double bred for death by fire.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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8ab3cfe
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War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. That is the way it was and will be. That way and not some other way.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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2fa74c9
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Put away these frozenjawed primates and their annals of ways beset and ultimate dark. What deity in the realms of dementia, what rabid god decocted out of the smoking lobes of hydrophobia could have devised a keeping place for souls so poor as is this flesh. This gawky wormbent tabernacle.
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mortality
body
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Cormac McCarthy |
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e9a58fe
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The stories get passed on and the truth gets passed over. As the sayin goes. Which I reckon some would take as meanin that the truth cant compete. but I dont believe that. I think that when the lies are all told and forgot the truth will be there yet. It don't move about from place to place and it dont change from time to time. You cant corrupt it any more than you can salt salt. You cant corrupt it because that's what it is.
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truth
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Cormac McCarthy |
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ac3e478
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He'd long forsworn all weighing of consequence and allowing as he did that men's destinies are given yet he usurped to contain within him all that he would ever be in the world and all that the world would be to him and be his charter written in the urstone itself he claimed agency and said so and he'd drive the remorseless sun on to its final endarkenment as if he'd ordered it all ages since, before there were paths anywhere, before there ..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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0f55625
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The father dead has euchered the son out of his patrimony. For it is the death of the father to which the son is entitled and to which he is heir, more so than his goods. He will not hear of the small mean ways that tempered the man in life. He will not see him struggling in follies of his own devising. No. The world which he inherits bears him false witness.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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4fbd255
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He said that while one would like to say that God will punish those who do such things and that people often speak in just this way it was his experience that God could not be spoken for and that men with wicked histories often enjoyed lives of comfort and that they died in peace and were buried with honor. He said is was a mistake to expect too much of justice in this world. He said that the notion that evil is seldom rewarded was greatly ..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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009fa4a
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Who is it? said the boy. I dont know. Who is anybody?
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Cormac McCarthy |
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1aaf60c
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You think people was meaner then than they are now? the deputy said. The old man was looking out at the flooded town. No, he said. I don't. I think people are the same from the day God first made one.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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a347a34
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whoever approaches his goal dances
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spiritual
rhetoric
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Cormac McCarthy |
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469dc02
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We're like the Comanches was two hundred years ago. We don't know what's goin to show up here come daylight. We don't even know what color they'll be.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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f29aeb6
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He could see the truck in the moonlight at the top of the rise. He looked off to one side of it to see it the better. There was someone standing beside it. Then they were gone. There is no description of a fool, he said, that you fail to satisfy. Now you're goin to die.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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8a0e572
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Pick a man, any man. That man there. See him. That man hatless. You know his opinion of the world. You can read it in his face, in his stance. Yet his complaint that a man's life is no bargain masks the actual case with him. Which is that men will not do as he wishes them to. Have never done, never will do. That's the way of things with him and his life is so balked about by difficulty and become so altered of its intended architecture that..
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philosophical
religious
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Cormac McCarthy |
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fbb3d68
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Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real. The events that cause them can never be forgotten, can they?
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the-past
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Cormac McCarthy |
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75bdd53
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I think maybe they are watching, he said. They are watching for a thing that even death cannot undo and if they do not see it they will turn away from us and they will not come back" (210)"
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Cormac McCarthy |
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953cb76
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When we're all gone at last then there'll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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99c5d99
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He imagined that in his estate of eternal night he might somehow have already halved the distance to death. That the transition for him could not be so great for the world was already at some certain distance and if it were not death's terrain he encroached upon in his darkness then whose?
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Cormac McCarthy |
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de67a1a
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There were few nights lying in the dark that he did not envy the dead.
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Cormac McCarthy |