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That all courage was a form of constancy. That it was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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They crossed before the sun and vanished one by one and reappeared again and they were black in the sun and they rode out of that vanished sea like burnt phantoms with the legs of the animals kicking up the spume that was not real and they were lost in the sun and lost in the lake and they shimmered and slurred together and separated again and they augmented by planes in lurid avatars and began to coalesce and there began to appear above th..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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All other trades are contained in that of war. Is that why war endures? No. It endures because young men love it and old men love it in them. Those that fought, those that did not.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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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 moon 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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Are you no afraid of God? I got no reason to be afraid of God. I've even got a bone or two to pick with Him. You
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the space which [books] occupied was itself an expectation.
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reading
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In the days to come they would ride up through a country where the rocks would cook the flesh from your hand and where other than rock nothing was. They rode in a narrow enfilade along a trail strewn with the dry round turds of goats and they rode with their faces averted from the rock wall and the bakeoven air which it rebated, the slant black shapes of the mounted men stenciled across the stone with a definition austere and implacable lik..
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Only nature can enslave man and only when the existence of each last entity is routed out and made to stand naked before him will he be properly suzerain of the earth.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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The spotlight kept rowing back and forth across the face of the ridge. Methodically. Bright shuttle, dark loom.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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8bf932c
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Nineteen is old enough to know that if you have got somethin that means the world to you it's all that more likely it'll get took away. Sixteen was, for that matter.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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His dreams brightened. The vanished world returned.
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It was an old hunter in camp and the hunter shared tobacco with him and told him of the buffalo and the stands he'd made against them, laid up in a sag on some rise with the dead animals scattered over the grounds and the herd beginning to mill and the riflebarrel so hot the wiping patches sizzled in the bore and the animals by the thousands and tens of thousands and the hides pegged out over actual square miles of ground and the teams of s..
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one pounding coffeebeans in a buckskin with a rock while the others stared into the fire with eyes as black as gunbores.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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The judge sat that animal bareback like an indian and rode with his grip and his rifle perched on the withers and he looked about him with the greatest satisfaction in the world, as if everything had turned out just as he planned and the day could not have been finer.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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He said that those who have endured some misfortune will always be set apart but that it is just that misfortune which is their gift and which is their strength and that they must make their way back into the common enterprise of man for without they do so it cannot go forward and they themselves will wither in bitterness.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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The tensile properties of this unratified truce were abused to the utmost of their enduring when the judge stood slightly in the saddle and raised his arm and spoke out a greeting beyond them.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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The boy who rode on slightly before him sat a horse not only as if he'd been born to it which he was but as if were he begot by malice or mischance into some queer land where horses never were he would have found them anyway.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Avevo un lavoro dalle 9 alle 5. O meglio, dalle otto alle quattro. Poi le cose capitano come capitano. Non te lo chiedono prima. Non ti chiedono il permesso.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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after a while someone asked the expriest if it were true that at one time there had been two moons in the sky and the expriest eyed the false moon above them and said that it may well have been so. But certainly the wise high God in his dismay at the proliferation of lunacy on this earth must have wetted a thumb and leaned down out of the abyss and pinched it hissing into extinction. And could he find some alter means by which the birds cou..
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like some scurrilous king stripped of his vestiture and driven together with his fool into the wilderness to die.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Em que e que o que nunca existira difere do que nunca existiu?
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Cormac McCarthy |
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As pessoas estavam sempre a preparar-se para o futuro. Eu nao acreditava nisso. O futuro nao se estava a preparar para elas. O futuro nem sabia que elas existiam.
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E se eu te dissesse que ele e um deus? O velho abanou a cabeca. Ja nao acredito em nada disso. Deixei de acreditar ha anos. Onde os homens nao conseguem viver, os deuses nao tem melhor sorte. Vais ver. E melhor estar sozinho.
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religion
god-religião
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He thought perhaps if he dreamt of him enough he'd go away forever and be dead among his kind
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Cormac McCarthy |
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The next day on the far side of the mountain we encountered the two lads that had deserted us. Hangin upside down in a tree. They'd been skinned and I can tell ye it does very little for a man's appearance.
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If you break little promises you'll break big ones.
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There is no one to tell us what might have been. We weep over the night have been, but there is no might have been. There never was. It is supposed to be true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don't believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history i agreed and foolishness and a love of blood and this is a thing that even God- who knows all that can be known- seems powerless to change.
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db2c7f2
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Como el primer sintoma de un galucoma frio enpanando al mundo.
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Que harias si yo muriera? / Si tu murieras yo tambien querria morirme / ?Para poder estar conmigo? / Si. Para poder estar contigo / Vale
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She went to the window and looked out. The ground fell away to a branch where willows burned lime green in the sunset. Dark little birds kept crossing the fields to the west like heralds of some coming dread. Below the branch stood the frame of an outhouse from which the planks had been stripped for firewood and there hung from the ceiling a hornetnest like a gross paper egg. The tinker returned from the cart with a lantern
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On Gay Street the traffic lights are stilled. The trolleyrails gleam in their beds and a late car passes with a long slish of tires. In the long arcade of the bus station footfalls come back like laughter. He marches darkly toward his darkly marching shape in the glass of the depot door. His fetch come up from life's other side like an autoscopic hallucination, Suttree and Antisuttree, hand reaching to the hand.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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d8a1940
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He knew that those things we most desire to hold in our hearts are often taken from us while that which we would put away seems often by that very wish to become endowed with unsuspected powers of endurance.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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He thought if he lived long enough the world at last would all be lost. Like the dying world the newly blind inhabit, all of it slowly fading from memory.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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d8804d5
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They rode in a narrow enfilade along a trail strewn with the dry round turds of goats and they rode with their faces averted from the rock wall and the bakeoven air which it rebated, the slant black shapes of the mounted men stenciled across the stone with a definition austere and implacable like shapes capable of violating their covenant with the flesh that authored them and continuing autonomous across the naked rock without reference to ..
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He'd taken up a pallet between Toadvine and another Kentuckian, a veteran of the war. This man had returned to claim some darkeyed love he'd left behind two years before when Doniphan's command pulled east for Saltillo and the officers had had to drive back hundreds of young girls dressed as boys that took the road behind the army.
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And if the dried and blackened shell of him is found among the sands by travelers to come yet who can discover the engine of his ruin?
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Sparse on the mesa the dry weeds lashed in the wind like the earth's long echo of lance and spear in old encounters forever unrecorded.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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There ain't but one life worth livin and I was born to it.
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He sat with his back to a rock and felt the warmth of the sun on his face and watched it pool and flare and drain away dragging with it all that pink and rose and crimson sky.
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The room smelled of old cigarsmoke. He leaned and turned off the little brass lamp and sat in the dark. Through the front window he could see the starlit prairie falling away to the north. The black crosses of the old telegraph poles yoked across the constellations passing east to west.
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That night Glanton stared long into the embers of the fire. All about him his men were sleeping but much was changed. So many gone, defected or dead. The Delawares all slain. He watched the fire and if he saw portents there it was much the same to him. He would live to look upon the western sea and he was equal to whatever might follow for he was complete at every hour. Whether his history should run concomitant with men and nations, whethe..
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So what is the way of raising a child? At a young age, said the judge, they should be put in a pit with wild dogs. They should be set to puzzle out from their proper clues the one of three doors that does not harbor wild lions. They should be made to run naked in the desert until ...
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Cormac McCarthy |
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God) He speaks in stones and trees, the bones of things.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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The arc of circling bodies is determined by the length of their tether, said the judge. Moons,coins,men.
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