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Se distinguian ya entre el polvo, pintados en el manto de los ponis, galones y manos y soles nacientes y pajaros y peces de todas clases como una obra vieja descubierta bajo el apresto de un lienzo y ahora se podia oir tambien sobre el retumbo de los cascos sin herrar el sonido de las quenas, esas flautas hechas con huesos humanos, y en la compania algunos habian empezado a recular en sus monturas y otros a girar desorientados cuando del la..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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She aint worth it. None of em are. He didnt answer for a while. Then he said: Yes they are. When
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Mindenki a maga vegzetet hajszolja s nem a maset - mondta a biro. Nem valaszthatunk. Aki felismeri a vegzetet s megis az ellenkezo iranyt valasztja vegul eppugy ugyanoda er s eppugy szamot kell adnia ugyanabban a szabott oraban mert minden ember sorsa es vegzete eppen akkora amekkora a vilag melyben lakozik es amelyben minden ellentet egyarant benne foglaltatik. Hatalmas a sivatag ahol oly sokan odavesztek s nagy lelkierot kivan de vegtere ..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Az iras azt mondja hogy aki kardot fog kard altal vesz el - mondta a fekete. A biro mosolygott s abrazata fenylett a zsirtol. Van-e epeszu ember aki maskeppen akarna? kerdezte. Az iras szerint tenyleg rossz dolog a haboru - mondta Irving. De az irasban is sok veres haboru van. Nem szamit hogy az emberek mit gondolnak a haborurol - mondta a biro. Az a haborunak mindegy. Akarha azt kerdeznenk toluk hogy mi a velemenyuk a korol. Haboru mind..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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eb6209a
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How does the never to be differ from what never was?
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Cormac McCarthy |
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8df21e8
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Quando sognerai di un mondo che non e mai esistito o di uno che non esistera mai e in cui sei di nuovo felice, vorra dire che ti sei arreso. Capisci? E tu non ti puoi arrendere. Io non te lo permettero.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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245092c
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La gente si preparava sempre al domani. A me sembrava assurdo. Il domani non si stava certo preparando per loro. Non sapeva neppure che esistessero.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Every word we speak is a vanity. Every breath taken that does not bless is an affront. Bear closely with me now. There is another who will hear what you never spoke. Stones themselves are made of air. What they have power to crush never lived. In the end we shall all of us be only what we have made of God. For nothing is real save his grace.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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They came three times for the old man. At first it was just the Sheriff and Gifford. They were one foot up the porch steps when he swung the door open and threw down on them and they could see the mule ears of the old shotgun laid back viciously along the locks. They turned and went back down the yard, not saying anything or even looking back, and the old man closed the door behind them.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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I had this dream. What dream. I had it twice. Well what was it. There was this big fire out on the dry lake. There aint nothin to burn on a dry lake. I know it. What happened. These people were burnin. The lake was on fire and they was burnin up. It's probably somethin you ate. I had the same dream twice. Maybe you ate the same thing twice. I dont think so.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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3e5892f
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They produced tobacco and papers and passed them to him not ceremoniously but with that deprecatory gesture of humility which country people confer in a look, a lift of the hand.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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I could tell you why--and you stit wouldn't know. That's all right. You can set and ast a bunch of idjit questions. But not knowin a thing ain't never made it not so. Well, I'm a old man and I've seen some hard times, so I don't reckon Brushy Mountain'll be the worst place I was ever in.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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A man gets older, he said, he finds they's lots of things he can do jest as well without and so he don't have to worry about this and that the way a young feller will. I worked near all my life and never had nothin. Seems like a old man'd be allowed his rest but then he comes to find they's things you have to do on account of nobody else wants to attend to em... Most ever man loves peace, he said, and none better than a old man.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Turkey buzzard, Warn explained. They's the ones got red heads. Where do you keep him? Been keepin him in the smokehouse, he said. Don't nobody care for you to keep him? Naw. The old lady set up a fuss but I told her I was goin to bring him in the house and learn him to set at table and that calmed her down some. Here, don't get too close or he'll puke on ye. He puked on Rock and Rock like to never got over it--stit won't have nothin to do w..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Words are things.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Books lie, he said. God dont lie. No, said the judge. He does not. And these are his words.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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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 didn't have a reason for it. Yessir. But there ain't but one reason. Yessir. You know what it is?
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Cormac McCarthy |
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56766fd
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Things will be better when everybody's gone. They will? Sure they will. Better for who? Everybody.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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But the second one it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin through the mountains of a night. Goin through this pass in the mountains. It was cold and there was snow on the ground and he rode past me and kept on goin. Never said nothin. He just rode on past and he had this blanket wrapped around him and he had his head down and when he rode past I seen he was carryin fire in a horn the way people used to do an..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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There is no description of a fool that you fail to satisfy.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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They were Dieguenos. They were armed with short bows and they drew about the travelers and knelt and gave them water out of a gourd. They'd seen such pilgrims before and with sufferings more terrible. They eked a desperate living from that land and they knew that nothing excepting some savage pursuit could drive men to such plight and they watched each day for that thing to gather itself out of its terrible incubation in the house of the su..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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No one cares. It's not important. That's where you're wrong my friend. Everything's important. A man lives his life, he has to make that important. Whether he's a small town county sheriff or the president. Or a busted out bum. You might even understand that some day. I don't say you will. You might.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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and bottles and they left
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Cormac McCarthy |
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The mountain road brick-red of dust laced with lizard tracks, coming up through the peach orchard, hot, windless, cloistral in a silence of no birds save one vulture hung in the smokeblue void of the sunless mountainside, rocking on the high updrafts, and the road turning and gated with bullbriers waxed and green, and the green cadaver grin sealed in the murky waters of the peach pit, slimegreen skull with newts coiled in the eyesockets and..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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In an ideal world the gossip of the idle would be of no consequence. But I have seen the consequences in the real world and they can be very grave indeed.
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gossip
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Cormac McCarthy |
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cf8ac17
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You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Where you've nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Any time you quit hearin Sir and Mam the end is pretty much in sight.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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People complain about the bad things that happen to em that they dont deserve but they seldom mention the good.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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They have a long life, dreams. I have dreams now which I had as a young girl. They have an odd durability for something not quite real." "Do you think they mean anything?" She looked surprised. "Oh yes," she said. "Dont you?" "Well. I dont know. They're in your head." She smiled again. "I suppose I dont consider that to be the condemnation you do."
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unreality
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Cormac McCarthy |
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The drought didnt know when the last one was and nobody knew when the next one was coming.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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The Sabbath had passed and in the gray Monday dawn a procession of schoolchildren dressed in blue uniforms all alike were being led along the gritty walkway. The woman had stepped from the curb to take them across at the intersection when she saw the man coming up the street all dark with blood bearing in his arms the dead body of a friend. She held up her hand and the children stopped and huddled with their books at their breasts. He passe..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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It just sounds like superstition to me. And what is that? Superstition? Yes. Well. I guess it's when you believe in things that dont exist. Such as tomorrow? Or yesterday? Such as the dreams of somebody you dreamt. Yesterday was here and tomorrow's comin.
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yesterday
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Cormac McCarthy |
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He thought 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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The task of the narrator is not an easy one, he said. He appears to be required to choose his tale from among the many that are possible. But of course that is not the case. The case is rather to make many of the one.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Every moment in your life is a turning and every one a choosing. Somewhere you made a choice. All followed to this. The accounting is scrupulous. The shape is drawn. No line can be erased. I had no belief in your ability to move a coin to your bidding. How could you? A person's path through the world seldom changes and even more seldom will it change abruptly. And the shape of your path was visible from the beginning.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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I think it is better to make a study of smaller things. Then the larger will follow. In smaller things one can progress. There one's efforts are repaid.
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smaller-things
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Cormac McCarthy |
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The consequences of an act are often quite different from what one would guess. You must be sure that the intention in your heart is large enough to contain all wrong turnings, all disappointments
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wrong-turnings
disappointments
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Don't flang him off the bluff, boys. Tain't christian.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Given charge Ballard would have made things more orderly in the woods and in men's souls. (p.128)
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Cormac McCarthy |
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If people knew the story of their lives how many would then elect to live them?
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Cormac McCarthy |