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41b20de
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If I'm not here you can still talk to me. You can talk to me and I'll talk to you. You'll see.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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c10a527
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He got up and walked out to the road. The black shape of it running from dark to dark. Then a distant low rumble. Not thunder. You could feel it under your feet. A sound without cognate and so without description. Something imponderable shifting out there in the dark. The earth itself contracting with the cold. It did not come again. What time of year? What age the child? He walked out into the road and stood. The silence. The salitter dryi..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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70f5d54
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Before he reached the door the old man called to him again. The boy turned and stood. The matrix will not help you, the old man said. He said to catch the wolf the boy should find that place where the acts of God and those of man are of one piece. Where they cannot be distinguished... The old man said that it was not a question of finding such a place but rather of knowing it when it presented itself. He said that it was at such places that..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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39551ff
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Sometimes faith might just be a case of not havin nothin else left.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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46dae64
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The sand where he sat was warm to the touch but the night beyond the fire was sharp with the cold. He got up and dragged fresh wood in under the bridge. He stood listening. The boy didnt stir. He sat beside him and stroked his pale and tangled hair. Golden chalice, good to house a god. Please dont tell me how the story ends.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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3837be9
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Satan hath power to assume a pleasing form. Them big blue eyes. Knew more ways to turn a man's head than the devil's grandmother. I dont know where they learn it at. Hell, she wasnt but seventeen.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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c390817
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The dust the party raised was quickly dispersed and lost in the immensity of that landscape and there was no dust other for the pale sutler who pursued them drives unseen and his lean horse and his lean cart leave no track upon such ground or any ground. By a thousand fires in the iron blue dusk he keeps his commissary and he's a wry and grinning tradesman good to follow every campaign or hound men from their holds in just those whited regi..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Always so deliberate, hardly surprised by the most outlandish advents. A creation perfectly evolved to meet its own end. They sat at the window and ate in their robes by candlelight a midnight supper and watched distant cities burn.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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c280d5f
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The blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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9f9a662
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the bleak and shrouded earth went trundling past the sun and returned again as trackless and as unremarked as the path of any nameless sisterworld in the ancient dark beyond.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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4b8bd1c
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The men poured gasoline on them and burned them alive, having no remedy for evil but only for the image of it as they conceived it to be.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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d13e3b2
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Look around you. Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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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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36a7d10
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If you break little promises you'll break big ones. That's what you said.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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4f7cde2
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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. For while it seemed a place which contained men it was in reality a place contained within them ..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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4e544dc
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It takes very little to govern good people.
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government
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Cormac McCarthy |
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f07f55e
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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.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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5aa921b
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Nothing. 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. He held the boy shivering against him and counted each frail breath in the blackness.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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It howled execration upon the dim camarine world of its nativity wail on wail while he lay there gibbering with palsied jawhasps, his hands putting back the night like some witless Paraclete beleaguered with all limbo's clamor.
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darkness
limbo
infant
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4aae77f
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I think if you were Satan and you were settin around tryin to think up somethin that would just bring the human race to its knees what you would probably come up with is narcotics. Maybe he did. I told that to somebody at breakfast the other mornin and they asked me if I believed in Satan...I had to think about that. I guess as a boy I did. Come the middle years my belief had waned somewhat. Now I'm startin to lean back the other way. He ex..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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0680e58
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I think the truth is always simple. It has pretty much got to be. It needs to be simple enough for a child to understand. Otherwise it'd be too late. By the time you figured it out it would be too late.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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4a9b11d
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People will tell you it was Vietnam brought this country to its knees. But I never believed that. It was already in bad shape. Vietnam was just the icin on the cake. We didn't have nothin to give to em to take over there. If we'd sent em without rifles I dont know as they'd of been all that much worse off. You can't go to war like that. You cant go to war without God. I dont know what is goin to happen when the next one comes. I surely dont..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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What discordant vespers do the tinker's goods chime through the long twilight and over the brindled forest road, him stooped and hounded through the windy recrements of day like those old exiles who divorced of corporeality and enjoined ingress of heaven or hell wander forever the middle warrens spoorless increate and anathema. Hounded by grief, by guilt, or like this cheerless vendor clamored at heel through wood and fen by his own querulo..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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9744f81
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Who builds in stone seeks to alter the structure of the universe.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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He lay watching the kid. He was from a prominent Kentucky family and had attended Transylvania College and like many another young man of his class he'd gone west because of a woman.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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7da227c
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Snowflake. You catch the snowflake but when you look in your hand you don't have it no more. Maybe you see this dechado. But before you see it it is gone. If you want to see it you have to see it on its own ground. If you catch it you lose it. And where it goes there is no coming back from. Not even God can bring it back.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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86e6a71
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He'd stop and lean on the cart and the boy would go on and then stop and look back and he would raise his weeping eyes and see him standing there in the road looking back at him from some unimaginable future, glowing in that waste like a tabernacle.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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35d3be6
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He walked out on the beach to the edge of the light and stood with his clenched fists on top of his skull and fell to his knees sobbing in rage.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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64e7c9b
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In that long ago somewhere very near this place 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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811755e
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Things separate from their stories have no meaning.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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66a87bd
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The last thin paring of the old moon hung over the distant mountains to the west. Venus had moved away. With dark a gauzy swarm of stars. He could not guess what they were for so many.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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4f85351
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What joins men together is not the sharing of bread but sharing of enemies.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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82bea7a
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There ain't no law in Mexico. It's just a pack of rogues.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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6c3b871
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He spoke of his campaigns in the deserts of Mexico and he told them of horses killed under him and he said that the souls of horses mirror the souls of men more closely than men suppose and that horses also love war. Men say they only learn this but he said that no creature can learn that which his heart has no shape to holo
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Cormac McCarthy |
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I don't see you holdin no aces.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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bf1078c
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And I have to say that the only thing I can think is that there was some sort of promise in his heart. And I dont have no intentions of carvin a stone water trough. But I would like to be able to make that kind of promise.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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The reverend waited for her to be seated and then he bowed his head and blessed the food and the table and the people sitting at it. He went on at some length and blessed everything all the way up to the country and then he blessed some other countries as well and he spoke about war and famine and the missions and other problems in the world with particular reference to Russia and the jews and cannibalism and he asked it all in Christ's nam..
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religion
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88532fb
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You dont get your black ass away from this fire I'll kill you graveyard dead. He looked to where Glanton sat. Glanton watched him. He put the pipe in his mouth and rose and took up the apishamore and folded it over his arm. Is that your final say? Final as the judgement of God. The black looked once more across the flames at Glanton and then he moved away in the dark. The white man uncocked the revolver and placed it on the ground before hi..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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bd23d47
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Somebody has been fuckin my watermelons.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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b470eef
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They rode on and the sun in the east flushed pale streaks of light and then a deeper run of color like blood seeping up in sudden reaches flaring planewise and where the earth drained up into the sky at the edge of creation the top of the sun rose out of nothing like the head of a great red phallus until it cleared the unseen rim and sat squat and pulsing and malevolent behind them. The shadows of the smallest stones lay like pencil lines a..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Such a man is like a dreamer who wakes from a dream of grief to a greater sorrow yet. All that he loves is now become a torment to him. The pin has been pulled from the axis of the universe. Whatever one takes one's eye from threatens to flee away. Such a man is lost to us. He moves and speaks. But he is himself less than the merest shadow among all that he beholds. There is no picture of him possible. The smallest mark upon the page exagge..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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89d576e
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Words are things. The words he is in possession of he cannot be deprived of. Their authority transcends his ignorance of their meaning.
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words
semantics
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Cormac McCarthy |
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6070435
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In the grueling light that passed for day...
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life-and-death
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96945dd
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Hear me, man, he said. There is room on the stage for one beast and one alone. All others are destined for a night that is eternal and without name. One by one they will step down into the darkness before the footlamps. Bears that dance, bears that don't.
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Cormac McCarthy |