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e8e6fb8
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People don't pay attention. And then one day there's an accounting. And after that, nothing is the same.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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fa13183
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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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b86a03e
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He got up and walked out to the road. The black shape of it running from dark to dark. Then the 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 dr..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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822b389
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The man smiled at him a sly smile. As if they knew a secret between them, these two. Something of age and youth and their claims and the justice of those claims. And of their claims upon them. The world past, the world to come. Their common transciencies. Above all a knowing deep in the bone that beauty and loss are one.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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bc3845d
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Finally he said that among men there was no such communion as among horses and the notion that men can be understood at all was probably an illusion.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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When I came into your life your life was over. It had a beginning, a middle, and an end. This is the end. You can say that things could have turned out differently. That they could have been some other way. But what does that mean? They are not some other way. They are this way.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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716e8f8
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Peering down into the water where the morning sun fashioned wheels of light, coronets fanwise in which lay trapped each twig, each grain of sediment, long flakes and blades of light in the dusty water sliding away like optic strobes where motes sifted and spun.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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He had divested himself of the little cloaked godlet and his other amulets in a place where they would not be found in his lifetime and he'd taken for talisman the simple human heart within him.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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789baed
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Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die. What if it doesn't fire? It has to fire. Could you crush that beloved skull with a rock?
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suicide
life
horror
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Cormac McCarthy |
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b2af859
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Suttree stood among the screaming leaves and called the lightning down. It cracked and boomed about and he pointed out the darkened heart within him and cried for light. If there be any art in the weathers of this earth. Or char these bones to coal. If you can, if you can. A blackened rag in the rain.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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bd89588
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People complain about the bad things that happen to em that they dont deserve but they seldom mention the good. About what they done to deserve them things. I dont recall that I ever give the good Lord all that much cause to smile on me. But he did.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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I didn't mean I'd seen everything, John Grady said. I know you didn't. I just meant I'd seen some things I'd as soon not of. I know it. There's hard lessons in this world. What's the hardest? I dont know. Maybe it's just that when things are gone they're gone. They aint comin back. Yessir.
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lessons
loss
past
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Cormac McCarthy |
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eb8ea23
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What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.
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remember
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Cormac McCarthy |
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3fb7b59
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Hard people make hard times. I've seen the meanness of humans till I don't know why god ain't put out the sun and gone away.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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aa039ad
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She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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d513118
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Maybe it's like Mac says. Ever man winds up with the horse that suits him.
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man
horse
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Cormac McCarthy |
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cb2755a
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They watched storms out there so distant they could not be heard, the silent lightning flaring sheetwise and the thin black spine of the mountain chain fluttering and sucked away again in the dark. They saw wild horses racing on the plain, pounding their shadows down the night and- leaving in the moonlight a vaporous dust like the palest stain of their passing.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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3190dfa
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I have no wish to paint the world in colors more somber than those it wears, but as the world gives way to darkness it becomes more and more difficult to dismiss the understanding that the world is in fact oneself. It is a thing which you have created, no more, no less. And when you cease to be so will the world. There will be other worlds. Of course. But they are the worlds of other men and your understanding of them was never more than an..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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5eee63d
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His origins are become remote as is his destiny and not again in all the world's turnings will there be terrains so wild and barbarous to try whether the stuff of creation may be shaped to man's will or whether his own heart is not another kind of clay.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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cb58647
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Do you have any notion of how goddamned crazy you are?
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Cormac McCarthy |
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72875c9
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It's a mess, aint it Sheriff? If it aint it'll do till a mess gets here.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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d999d41
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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 a many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitou..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Well, I guess in all honesty I would have to say that I never knew nor did I ever hear of anybody that money didnt change.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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72f3e1c
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This place aint the same. It never will be. Maybe we've all got a little crazy. I guess if everbody went crazy together nobody would notice, what do you think?
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perspective
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The world soon to be largely populated by men who would eat your children in front of your eyes and the cities themselves held by cores of blackened looters who tunneled among the ruins and crawled from the rubble white of tooth and eye carrying charred and anynymous tins of food in nylon nets like shoppers in the commissaries of hell. The soft black talc blew through the streets like squid ink uncoiling along a sea floor and the cold crept..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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But this man had set down with a hammer and chisel and carved out a stone water trough to last ten thousand years. Why was that? What was it that he had faith in? It wasn't that nothin' would change. Which is what you might think, I suppose. He had to know better'n that. I've thought about it a good deal. . . 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 don't have no intentions..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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9e8717b
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See the child.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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4caab1c
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His subtle obsession with uniqueness troubled all his dreams.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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4b78377
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It looks a lot better from up here than it does down there, dont it? Yes. It does. There's a lot of things look better at a distance. Yeah? I think so. I guess there are. The life you've lived, for one. Yeah. Maybe what of it you aint lived yet, too.
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perspective
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Cormac McCarthy |
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4791c2d
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Old woods and deep. At one time in the world there were woods that no one owned and these were like them.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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d6c16ec
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She smiled. I think it's just the snow. I think it makes people stop and think. Bell nodded. I hope it comes a blizzard then.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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bd659b5
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He thought that in the history of the world it might even be that there was more punishment than crime but he took small comfort from it.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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The things I believed in dont exist any more. It's foolish to pretend that they do. Western Civilization finally went up in smoke in the chimneys at Dachau but I was too infatuated to see it. I see it now.
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realist
existentialism
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Cormac McCarthy |
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All of this like some ancient anointing. So be it. Evoke the forms. 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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8bd818b
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You always pay too much. Particularly for promises. There aint no such thing as a bargain promise.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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In a pocket of his knapsack he'd found a last half packet of cocoa and he fixed it for the boy and then poured his own cup with hot water and sat blowing at the rim. You promised not to do that, the boy said. What? You know what, Papa. He poured the hot water back into the pan and took the boy's cup and poured some of the cocoa into his own and then handed it back. I have to watch you all the time, the boy said.
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sacrifice
love
generosity
selflessness
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Cormac McCarthy |
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c8786c5
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If he is not the word of God God never spoke.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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cf30b38
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Maybe it's not logical. I don't know. I don't care. I've been asked didnt I think it odd that I should be present to witness the death of everything and I do think it's odd but that doesnt mean it's not so. Someone has to be here.
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realist
existentialism
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Cormac McCarthy |
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c9c66f1
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If a dream can tell the future it can also thwart that future. For God will not permit that we shall know what is to come. He is bound to no one that the world unfold just so upon its course and those who by some sorcery or by some dream might come to pierce the veil that lies so darkly over all that is before them may serve by just that vision to cause that God should wrench the world from its heading and set it upon another course altoget..
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fate
predestination
sorcery
prophecy
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Cormac McCarthy |
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5cc9959
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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. Would have known that there was something missing for the world to be right or he right in it and would have set forth to wander wherever it was needed for as long as it took until he came upon one and he would have kn..
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Cormac McCarthy |
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e6fa9fb
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I dont think you havin a bad day, Professor. I think you havin a bad life.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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dc89b44
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He rocked in the swells, floating like the first germ of life adrift on the earth's cooling seas, formless macule of plasm trapped in a vapor drop and all creation yet to come.
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Cormac McCarthy |
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6ba48b0
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This country was filled with violent children orphaned by war.
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war
children
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Cormac McCarthy |
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5f3a167
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She smiled and sipped from her glass. There was altogether too much of her sitting there, the broad expanse of thigh cradled in the insubstantial stocking and the garters with the pale flesh pursed and her full breasts and the sootblack piping of her eyelids, a gaudish rake of metaldust in prussian blue where cerulean moths fluttered her awake from some outlandish dream. Suttree gradually going awash in the sheer outrageous sentience of her..
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Cormac McCarthy |