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Cormac McCarthy

The Road

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    In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.
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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
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    hair was long and matted. He looked at the sky. As if there were anything there to be seen. He looked at the boy. Yeah, he said. I'm one of the good guys
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    But who will find him if he's lost? Who will find the little boy?

    Goodness will find the little boy. It always has. It will again.
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    Look around you, he said. There is no prophet in the earth's long chronicle who's not honored here today. Whatever form you spoke of you were right.
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    The days sloughed past uncounted and uncalendared.
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    Why dont you tell me a story?

    I dont want to.

    Okay.

    I dont have any stories to tell.

    You could tell me a story about yourself.

    You already know all the stories about me. You were there.

    You have stories inside that I dont know about.

    You mean like dreams?

    Like dreams. Or just things that you think about.

    Yeah, but stories are supposed to be happy.

    They dont have to be.

    You always tell happy stories.

    You dont have any happy ones?

    They're more like real life.

    But my stories are not.

    Your stories are not. No.

    The man watched him. Real life is pretty bad?

    What do you think?

    Well, I think we're still here. A lot of bad things have happened but we're still here.

    Yeah.

    You dont think that's so great.

    It's okay.
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    Perhaps in the world's destruction it would be possible at last to see how it was made. Oceans, mountains. The ponderous counterspectacle of things ceasing to be. The sweeping waste, hydroptic and coldly secular. The silence.
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    What will you say?
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    He is coming to steal my eyes. To seal my mouth with dirt.
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