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2c5fe0c
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Only that man who has offered up himself entire to the blood of war, who has been to the floor of the pit and seen the horror in the round and learned at last that it speaks to his inmost heart, only that man can dance.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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5c4786f
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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 darkening and the evening of his day.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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1ebedd1
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It makes no difference what men think of war ... War endures.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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bf9e6a5
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Nor does God whisper through the trees. His voice is not to be mistaken. When men hear it they fall to their knees and their souls are riven and they cry out to Him and there is no fear in them but only that wildness of heart that springs from such longing and they cry out to stay his presence for they know at once that while godless men may live well enough in their exile those to whom He has spoken can contemplate no life without Him but ..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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His feet went banging down some stairs. He closed his eyes. They went through cinders and dirt, his heels gathering small windrows of trash. A dim world receded above his upturned toes, shapes of skewed shacks erupted bluely in the niggard lamplight. The rusting carcass of an automobile passed slowly on his right. Dim scenes pooling in the summer night, wan ink wash of junks tilting against a paper sky, rorschach boatmen poling mutely over ..
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literature
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Cormac McCarthy |
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6e40f38
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I'm fixin to go do somethin dumbern hell but I'm goin anyways. If I dont come back tell Mother I love her.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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36d49ea
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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 didnt 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 cant 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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b46764d
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I tried to put things in perspective but sometimes you're just too close to it. It's a life's work to see yourself for what you really are and even then you might be wrong. And that is somethin I dont want to be wrong about. I've thought about why it was I wanted to be a lawman. There was always some part of me that wanted to be in charge. Pretty much insisted on it. Wanted people to listen to what I had to say. But there was a part of me t..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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50e4126
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They stood among their horses in the squalid little alameda while the wind ransacked the trees and the birds nesting in the gray twilight cried out and clutched the limbs and the snow swirled and blew across the little square and shrouded the shapes of the mud buildings beyond and made mute the cries of the vendors who'd followed them.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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cb154b1
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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.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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576f9bb
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The Apache wrenched his pony's head around and when Glanton spun to look at his men he found them frozen in deadlock with the savages, they and their arms wired into a construction taut and fragile as those puzzles wherein the placement of each piece is predicated upon every other and they in turn so that none can move for bringing down the structure entire.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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89efc6b
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The old man swung his head back and forth. The way of the transgressor is hard. God made this world but he didn't make it to suit everybody, did he?
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Cormac McCarthy |
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fbbe51b
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I was a Mormon. Then I converted to the church. Then I became I dont know what. Then I became me.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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3cb08c7
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All his reverence and all his fondness and all the leanings of his life were for the ardenthearted and they would always be so and never be otherwise.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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ba01d0b
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They watched storms out there so distant they could not be heard,
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Cormac McCarthy |
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cce4161
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They began to come upon chains and packsaddles, singletrees, dead mules, wagons. Saddletrees eaten bare of their rawhide coverings and weathered white as bone, a light chamfering of miceteeth along the edges of the wood. They rode through a region where iron will not rust nor tin tarnish. The ribbed frames of dead cattle under their patches of dried hide lay like the ruins of primitive boats upturned upon that shoreless void and they passed..
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literature
western
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Cormac McCarthy |
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a1cdfa6
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I dont know how it would of turned out if I hadnt worried.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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f40cdc3
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Se vuoi aiutare chi e nei guai, devi andare dove stanno i guai. C'e poco da scegliere.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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d6da68a
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Your brother is young enough to believe that the past still exists, he said. That the injustices within it await his remedy. Perhaps you believe this also?
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Cormac McCarthy |
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853b223
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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. Once
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Cormac McCarthy |
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50342be
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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.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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cdbc81a
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He said that that what men do not understand is that what the dead have quit is itself no world but is only the picture of the world in men's hearts. He said that the world cannot be quit for it is eternal in whatever form as are all things within it.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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6c3ea4d
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A man is always right to pursue the thing he loves.
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passion
death
love
john-grady
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Cormac McCarthy |
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ace5a45
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Glanton was first to reach the dying man and he knelt with that alien and barbarous head cradled between his thighs like some reeking outland nurse and dared off the savages with his revolver. They circled on the plain and shook their bows and lofted a few arrows at him and then turned and rode on. Blood bubbled from the man's chest and he turned his lost eyes upward, already glazed, the capillaries breaking up. In those dark pools there sa..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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843bfbd
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I just meant maybe you could set here and drink one of em with me. He squinted at her. You ever notice how women have trouble takin no for a answer? I think it starts about age three. What about men? They get used to it. They better.
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women
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9778cac
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All patched up out of parts and lowslung and bumping over the ruts. Filled with old lanky country boys with long cocks and big feet.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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1027144
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If God meant to interfere in the degeneracy of mankind would he not have done so by now?
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Cormac McCarthy |
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e89a339
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He prayed: 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. Pray it up, some called, and kneeling he cried out among the thunder and the wind: Lord we are dried to jerky down here. Just a few drops for some old boys out here on the prairie and a long ways from home. Amen, they said, and catching up their mounts they rode on. Within the hour the wind cooled an..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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He said that what men do not understand is that what the dead have quit is itself no world but is also only the picture of the world in men's hearts. He said that the world cannot be quit for it is eternal in whatever form as are all things within it.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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be8ae35
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One thing about me, when I'm wrong I'll admit it. Well. That's a good trait to have.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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a4794b4
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This is a dog. He is dead too. This
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Cormac McCarthy |
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f191ba4
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In this world the mask is what is true.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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7ea6e05
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The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous ..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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0850fbe
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All my life, he said, I been witness to people showin up where they was supposed to be at various times after they'd said they'd be there. I never heard one yet that didnt have a reason for it. Yessir. But there aint but one reason. Yessir. You know what it is? No sir. It's that their word's no good. That's the only reason there ever was or ever will be. Yessir.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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some said they'd heard of pilgrims borne aloft like dervishes in those mindless coils to be dropped broken and bleeding upon the desert again and there perhaps to watch the thing that had destroyed them lurch onward like some drunken djinn and resolve itself once more into the elements from which it sprang. Out of that whirlwind no voice spoke and the pilgrim lying in his broken bones may cry out and in his anguish he may rage, but rage at ..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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eb4c6e8
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They were saddened that [Rawlins] was not coming back but they said that a man leaves much when he leaves his own country. They said that it was no accident of circumstance that a man be born in a certain country and not some other and they said that the weathers and seasons that form a land form also the inner fortunes of men in their generations and are passed on to their children and are not so easily come by otherwise.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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729d4c1
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I jumped for it and lit in a snowbank and what I'm goin to tell you you'll think peculiar but it's the god's truth. That was in nineteen and thirty one and if I live to be a hunnerd year old I dont think I'll ever see anything as pretty as that train on fire goin up that mountain and around the bend and them flames lightin up the snow and the trees and the night.
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winter
mccarthy
suttree
smoke
mountains
fire
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Cormac McCarthy |
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9f8500b
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each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the word and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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096ba1d
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Only that man who has offered up himself entire to the blood of war, who has been to the floor of the pit and seen horror in the round and learned at least that it speaks to his inmost heart, only that man can dance.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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105e01d
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Journeyman priest or apprentice priest, said the judge. Men of god and men of war have strange affinities. I'll not secondsay you in your notions, said Tobin. Dont ask it. Ah Priest, said the judge. What could I ask of you that you've not already given?
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Cormac McCarthy |
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c6b2ffc
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I despise the wintertime. I never did see what was the use in there even bein one.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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b322c48
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He looked at her. After a while he said: It's not about knowin where you are. It's about thinkin you got there without takin anything with you. Your notions about startin over. Or anybody's. You don't start over. That's what it's about. Ever step you take is forever. You can't make it go away. None of it. You understand what I'm sayin?
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Cormac McCarthy |
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bbacfa6
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Like a patrol condemned to ride out some ancient curse.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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1f7135e
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He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He though the world's heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world's pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower.
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Cormac McCarthy |