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a796ce4
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windrows
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Cormac McCarthy |
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1846eaf
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Almighty God, if it aint too far out of the way of things in your eternal plan do you reckon we could have a little rain down here.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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df2527e
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and in the optical democracy of such landscapes all preference is made whimsical and a man and a rock become endowed with unguessed kinships.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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c5bd78f
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Hai mai notato che le donne fanno fatica ad accettare un no come risposta? Mi sa che cominciano all'eta di tre anni.
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ad925e3
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They walked on into the dark and they slept like dogs in the sand and had been sleeping so when something black flapped up out of the night ground and perched on Sproule's chest. Fine fingerbones stayed the leather wings with which it steadied as it walked upon him. A wrinkled pug face, small and vicious, bare lips crimped in a horrible smile and teeth pale blue in the starlight. It leaned to him. It crafted in his neck two narrow grooves a..
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2c3b580
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Buddy when he come back from up in the panhandle told me one time it quit blowin up there and all the chickens fell over.
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0780d51
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For this will to deceive that is in things luminous may manifest itself likewise in retrospect and so by sleight of some fixed part of a journey already accomplished may also post men to fraudulent destinies.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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42c604b
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The world has no name, he said. The names of the cerros and the sierras and the deserts exist only on maps. We name them that we do not lose our way. Yet it was because the way was lost to us already that we have made those names. The world cannot be lost. We are the ones. And it is because these names and these coordinaes are our own naming that they cannot save us. That they cannot find for us the way again. Your brother is in that place ..
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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.
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b43da9d
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It's a mystery. A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with. He can know his heart, but he don't want to. Rightly so. Best not to look in there.
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c67e168
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Pamietaj, ze to, co wpuszczasz do glowy, pozostaje w niej na zawsze.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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ebaab9b
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Podle jeho nazoru by bylo neopatrne se domnivat, ze mrtvi nemohou nijak ovlivnovat svet, protoze maji velkou moc a jejich vliv se nejvic projevuje na tech, kteri to nejmene tusi. Prohlasil, ze lide nechapou, ze to, co mrtvi opustili, neni sam o sobe zadny svet, ale jen obraz sveta v lidskem srdci. Zduraznil, ze svet nelze opustit, nebot je vecny bez ohledu na to, v jakem stavu se nachazeji veci v nem obsazene.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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55fe8bb
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Has pensado alguna vez en la muerte? Si. A veces. ?Y tu? Si. A veces. ?Crees que existe un cielo? Si. ?Tu no? No lo se. Quiza si. ?Crees que puedes creer en el cielo si no crees en el infierno? Creo que puedes creer lo que quieras.
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religion
muerte
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Cormac McCarthy |
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45aa8d9
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Was ist das hochste, dass du je beim Munze-werfen verloren hast?
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schießerei
spannung
texas
tod
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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 ..
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mccarthy
the-road
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7bc4d0a
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Now driving in a wild frieze of headlong horses with eyes walled and teeth cropped and naked riders with clusters of arrows clenched in their jaws and their shields winking in the dust and pu the far side of the ruined ranks in a piping of boneflutes and dropping down off the sides of their mounts with one heel hung in the withers strap and their short bows flexing beneath the outstretched necks of the ponies until they had circled the comp..
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violence
very-long-sentence
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Cormac McCarthy |
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3b88e3b
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They were all day among the dunes and in the evening coming down from the last low sandhills to the plain below among catclaw and crucifixion thorn they were a parched and haggard lot man and beast. Harpie eagles flew up screaming from a dead mule and wheeled off westward into the sun as they led the horses out onto the plain.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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d06add6
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Ella bailaba con un chico alto del rancho de San Pablo y llevaba un vestido azul y su boca era roja. El, Rawlins y Roberto se quedaron con otros muchachos junto a la pared, contemplando a los bailarines y, mas alla de ellos, a las chicas de la pared opuesta. Empezo a caminar por delante de los grupos. El aire olia a paja y sudor y una densa fragancia de colonias. Bajo la concha acustica el acordeonista luchaba con su instrumento y marcaba e..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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4fa5941
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When he was gone the men on the bench began to laugh. One of them rose to better see the map. Es un fantasma, he said. Fantasma? Si, si. Claro. Como? Como? Porque el viejo esta loco es como. Loco? Billy stood looking at the map. No es correcto? he said. The man threw up his hands. He said that what they beheld was but a decoration. He said that anyway it was not so much a question of a correct map but of any map at all. He sai..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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But the old woman said that some have no choice. She said that for the poor any choice was a gift with two faces.
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8ed249b
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Lo que debemos entender es que ultimamente todo es polvo. Todo lo que podemos tocar. Todo lo que podemos ver. En este tenemos la evidencia mas profunda de la justicia, de la misericordia. En este vemos la benedicion mas grande de Dios. (Ceea ce trebuie noi sa intelegem este ca, pana la urma, de toate se alege tarana. De tot ce putem atinge. De tot ce putem vedea. Asta-i dovada pe care o avem, mai puternica decat dreptatea, decat mila. Prin ..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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b0adc19
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Lumea nu are nici un nume. Numele de cerros, sierras si deserturi exista numai pe harti. Le punem nume ca sa nu ne ratacim. Dar am inventat aceste nume tocmai pentru ca am ratacit deja drumul. Lumea nu se poate pierde. Noi ne pierdem. Si tocmai pentru ca noi am pus numele acestea si am numit aceste coordonate, numele lor nu ne poate salva. Nu pot regasi drumul in locul nostru.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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0165f7b
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Pensamos que somos las victimas del tiempo. En realidad la via del mundo no es fijada en ningun lugar. Como seria posible? Nosotros mismos somos nuestra propria jornada. Y por eso somos el tiempo tambien. Somos lo mismo. Fugitivo. Inescrutable. Desapiadado. (Noi credem ca suntem victime ale timpului. In realitate, insa, viata lumii nu se stabileste nicaieri. Cum ar putea? Noi insine suntem propria noastra calatorie. Si deci suntem timpul in..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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d39fb6a
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Penso que cada recuerdo evocado debe violentar en alguna medida sus origenes. Como en un juego. El juego del telefono. Mas vale ser parco. Lo que uno altera mediante el recuerdo tiene sin embargo una realidad, sea o no conocida.
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olvido
memoria
recuerdo
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Cormac McCarthy |
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dd25b14
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They took council. On that raw tablestone the flames of their balefire swirled and circled and they studied the arrant blackness under them where it fell away like the sheer cloven face of the world.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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d41a433
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They rode back, Rawlins leading the riderless horse by the bridlereins. Blevins was sitting in the middle of the road. He still had his hat on. 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. He stood uncertainly and peered about.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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eadf2e1
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Pero con todo existe un solo mundo y todo cuanto uno pueda imaginar le es necesario. Pues tambien este mundo que a nosotros nos parece hecho de piedras y flores y sangre no es en absoluto una cosa sino una historia. Un cuento. Y en el todo es cuento y cada cuento la suma de otros cuentos menores, y aun asi estos son tambien el susodicho cuento y contienen asimismo todos los demas. Asi, todo es necesario. Hasta lo mas insignificante. Esta es..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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d8cb538
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Will you hide me? Hide you? Yes. The kid spat. You caint hide. Where you goin to hide at? Will he come back? I dont know. This is a terrible place to die in. Where's a good one?
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Cormac McCarthy |
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8fdcf0b
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When you're a kid you have these notions about how things are going to be.... You get a little older and you pull back on some of that. I think you wind up just tryin to minimize the pain.
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pain
youth
cormac-mc-carthy
young
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Cormac McCarthy |
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1179044
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You might change your mind about what you hate to leave, he said.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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f9069f4
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The subject was war. The good book says that he that lives by the sword shall perish by the sword, said the black. The judge smiled, his face shining with grease. What right man would have it any other way? he said.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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286e735
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They'd put an awning up over the gravesite but the weather was all sideways and it did no good. The canvas rattled and flapped and the preacher's words were lost in the wind.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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1335158
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She patted his hand. Gnarled, ropescarred, speckled from the sun and the years of it. The ropy veins that bound them to his heart. There was map enough for men to read. There God's plenty of signs and wonders to make a landscape. To make a world.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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9b36358
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They put their animals to the ford and crossed, the water up under the horses' bellies and the horses picking their way over the rocks and glancing wildly upstream where a cataract thundered out of the darkening forest into the flecked and seething pool below.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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23b4ebb
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He had no faith in the power of men to act wisely in their own behalf. It was his view rather that every act soon eluded the grasp of its propagator to be swept away in a clamorous tide of unforeseen consequence. He believed that in the world was another agenda, another order, and with this power lay whatever brief he may have held. In the meantime he waited to be called to he knew not what.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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daee0ab
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He nodded toward the specimens he'd collected. These anonymous creatures, he said, may seem little or nothing in the world. Yet the smallest crumb can devour us. Any smallest thing beneath yon rock out of men's knowing.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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48d913e
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La notte calo lenta e fredda sulla foresta intorno a lui, e scese una quiete spettrale. Come se qualcosa stesse per accadere, grilli e uccelli notturni tacquero spaventati. Lui accelero il passo. Nel buio ormai completato si ritrovo smarrito in una foresta paludosa, si dibatte nei pantani risucchianti e si mise quasi a correre [...]. Quando piombo fragorosamente nella radura in mezzo al pioppeto, cadde lungo disteso e rimase per terra con l..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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83a2247
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They wont ride at night, said Brown. The recruit looked back at the figures gathered about the keg in that scoured and darkening waste. Why wont they? he said. Brown spat. Because it's dark, he said.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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1683ad5
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They found the lost scouts hanging head downward from the limbs of a fireblacked paloverde tree. They were skewered through the cords of their heels with sharpened shuttles of green wood and they hung gray and naked above the dead ashes of the coals where they'd been roasted until their heads had charred and the brains bubbled in the skulls and steam sang from their noseholes. Their tongues were drawn out and held with sharpened sticks thru..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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7a8ee0d
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I aint drinkin after no mule, said the hermit. Have you not got no old bucket nor nothin?
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Cormac McCarthy |
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b1608d3
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There were in the camp a number of Mexican slaves and these ran forth calling out in spanish and were brained or shot and one of the Delawares emerged from the smoke with a naked infant dangling in each hand and squatted at a ring of midden stones and swung them by the heels each in turn and bashed their heads against the stones so that the brains burst forth through the fontanel in a bloody spew and humans on fire came shrieking forth like..
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violence
war
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Cormac McCarthy |
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2c8b144
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like most men skilled at their work they were scornful of any least suggestion of knowing anything not learned at first hand.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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5f82f71
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No one spoke. There was none to curse and none to pray, we just watched.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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31c6405
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As war becomes dishonored and its nobility called into question those honorable men who recognize the sanctity of blood will become excluded from the dance, which is the warrior's right, and thereby will the dance become a false dance, and the dancers false dancers. And yet there will be one there always who is a true dancer and can you guess who that might be?...Only that man who has offered up himself entire to the blood of war, who has b..
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Cormac McCarthy |